The Ultimate Inspector, Kang Ji-hyeok - Chapter 25



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Episode 25

Taking advantage of that gap, I cut off a few strands of hair with a cutter knife.

“Ugh! My hair!”

“Shut up. Your head doesn’t hurt!”

Blood is flowing from the guy’s left ear.

It won’t hurt that much.

Because the ears are the least painful part of the body.

“Stop whining. You won’t die just because your ear got cut off! Get up! You punk!”

I grabbed the guy by the shoulder and helped him up.

I took out the sealed plastic bag I had prepared in advance and put the cut out ear pieces and hair in it.

And they put in a bloody sack too.

“This is called a sealed plastic bag. It’s used by the FBI in the United States. I recently received it from overseas. If you store it here, it won’t rot or disappear for 50 years.”

Sizzle.

The sealing plastic was completely closed.

After doing so, he put it in his suit pocket where the camera couldn’t see it.

The bastard glares at me, holding his ear, which is cut off in a V shape at the top.

“Sir! Be careful on the road later. I’m going to kill you!”

Sigh.

I smiled at the guy.

“If you’re confident, go ahead and do it. From now on, if anyone sees a guy with a cut-off left ear near a crime scene, you’ll definitely be caught.”

He subdued the guy and sat him down on a chair.

“Sit down. You little bird. Where did that little woodpecker come from to chirp?”

Boom!

He shouted, hitting the table.

“Listen carefully. I’ll only say this once.”

I grabbed the bastard’s cheeks and spoke clearly.

“No matter what happens in the future, I will first compare your DNA with mine. No matter what!”

Shh.

He showed it to the guy and smiled.

“Jin Ki-cheol. You don’t have to do anything and just live. Just breathe and eat. You’ll just live like a shit-making machine. Do you understand?”

bang!

bang!

There is a quick knock on the interrogation room door from outside.

“Inspector! Are you okay?”

I cut below my ear with a cutter knife out of sight of the camera.

If you hide it with your hair, even if a small scar forms, it won’t be visible.

Gulp.

Crimson blood flowed down.

“You tried to commit murder with a box cutter because you talked back to the prosecutor. Congratulations on meeting a good prosecutor like me, you brat.”

Bam!

The investigator opened the door and came in, accompanied by a police officer.

“Inspector! What is going on?”

“The suspect tried to stab me in the neck with a cutter knife… It’s okay. You won’t die from a wound like this.”

“Okay, inspector. Huh? But what is that smell?”

Yellow liquid flowed out from Jin Ki-cheol’s groin.

“That kid looks like he’s crying.”

Click.

He took a video of himself sitting on the floor urinating on his cell phone.

I looked at Jin Ki-cheol with an expression like I was looking at something insignificant and said.

“Please clean that up. The interrogation room smells really bad, so please clean it up.”

I smiled at Jin Ki-cheol while tapping the inside pocket of my suit jacket.

“Don’t forget. You just eat and breathe. Do you understand? If you don’t want to see this picture on the internet! Dogwood Ten Longevity.”

Jin Ki-cheol was dragged out with his head bowed and a look of confusion on his face.

Thank you to me.

Didn’t I block your opportunity to commit a crime?

“Then, should we take a look at the construction company too?”

I returned to my seat and looked over the papers again.

“Are you okay?”

“If you have a band, just one.”

“Yes. Here.”

I put a bandage on the wound behind my ear.

It was just the right size.

Before the wound got bigger, a small bandage was enough.

The same goes for crime.

* * *

Prosecutor Choi Kang-han, who returned from an external work trip, looked back at the interrogation room footage and laughed.

We sat on the couch in the examination room, drinking coffee and talking.

“They put on such an amazing show for first-year middle school students!”

“That guy might become a serial killer later on.”

“Serial killings?”

The strongest prosecutor had a face that seemed even more amused by the word serial killer.

As expected, he seemed to be a natural born prosecutor.

“That guy’s father’s company. They say it’s a construction company, but it used to be a gangster service company.”

He added a stack of documents to the ones the strongest prosecutor had given him and placed them on the table.

“It’s a lot more than the documents I gave you?”

“I dug into all the old cases.”

“Really? You read all of this?”

Prosecutor Choi spoke while putting his coffee to his lips.

Did you just read it?

I memorized it sweetly.

“Jin Geo-sang, Jin Ki-cheol’s father, was born on February 4, 1972. He was first charged with assault resulting in death in 1998, when he was 25 years old. Over the next two years, he was involved in various incidents, from assault to attempted rape.”

Even the strongest prosecutor put down his coffee cup and started following the documents.

“But then, all of a sudden, at the age of 28, he was released after spending two years in prison for a drunk driving accident. He hit and killed an 80-year-old man who was standing on the sidewalk.”

He nods his head with his coffee in his mouth and looks at me.

I think he noticed something was strange.

“I see. You started a construction company right after you got out of prison. And that’s how it’s continued up until now······.”

Nod.

I nodded too.

The bitterness of the iced Americano was transmitted throughout my body.

“It was a traffic accident. I don’t think it was a simple drunk driving accident, but a planned murder. The old man who was murdered was the father of Lee Young-choon, an opposition lawmaker who was opposing the Ilsan New Town at the time. After that, Lee Young-choon suddenly stopped opposing it, and the new town construction began.”

“That’s why construction companies hit the jackpot thanks to the new city construction boom. A company that was established less than two years ago won four lucrative construction projects?”

widely.

I put the coffee cup on the table.

“It’s a dirty construction company that was built on violence and murder from the start. So that’s probably all the son learned.”

“Hey, Prosecutor Kang Ji-hyeok. That’s my father’s story. Thinking that the son is like that because the father is like that could be a bias as a prosecutor.”

Prejudice?

no.

That kind of thing will happen in the future······.

When I was a detective, there was something he said to me when I arrested him.

“Of course I may be biased, but look at this.”

I showed him some hospital records.

The strongest inspector read the record seriously.

“These are Jin Ki-cheol’s medical records. In South Korea, only tests can be checked.”

So, as a detective, I was unable to verify this evidence.

“Jin Ki-cheol has been in and out of the hospital since he was eight years old. He broke his finger and his cheekbone was sunken. Of course, he told the doctor that he fell down the stairs, but······.”

I hate giving narratives to criminals.

I wish criminals were only given sentences and penalties.

That’s because I don’t like the idea of ​​anyone sympathizing with or understanding criminals.

But for prosecutors, it’s a different story.

This is all circumstantial evidence.

Prosecutors must understand the narrative to gather any evidence and apply stronger laws.

Because the devil is born from stories, and must be completely destroyed through trial by evidence.

“I see. You had a femur fracture a year ago too? You even had an emergency overnight treatment for that?”

“She was kicked in the buttocks area with a shoe several times. Look at this in Jin Ki-cheol’s case file. On the day of the femoral fracture, Jin Ki-cheol tore a girl’s skirt in the same class with a cutter knife. The homeroom teacher called in her father to interview him.”

“After interviewing him, he went back and beat his son to death, fracturing his femur? To do that, you had to hit him with the intent to kill him, right?”

I took a sip of my iced Americano and spoke calmly.

“It was probably my father who had broken my fingers and even fractured my face before that.”

Gulp.

The strongest inspector swallows dry saliva and looks at me.

There was anger in his eyes.

“It’s not that the child inherited his gangster father’s DNA, but rather that he learned from his father’s actions. The quickest and surest solution is violence.”

The strongest prosecutor compared the hospital records I gave him with the case records.

After a while, he nodded.

“Kang Ji-hyeok, you won. As expected, you’re a guy with a lot to learn.”

Bam.

He stood up and said.

“Shall we go have a glass of soju on that note?”

I smiled at him.

“Instead of soju, please buy me soju with beef, senior.”

Today was my first case since being appointed as a prosecutor.

I need to eat a lot of beef so I can deal with my father, the serial killer Jin Geo-sang, who will come to me tomorrow, grumbling.

* * *

The beef restaurant near the Seoul Western District Court is famous for its delicious food.

Sizzling.

Beef is supposed to be eaten as soon as it’s cooked, right?

Every time I put a piece in my mouth, a happy smile came to my face.

“It’s delicious here. Eat as much as you want today. It’s your first day in office, and I’m giving it to my junior who did a good job handling the case.”

“The strongest inspector.”

“I told you in the military. When it’s just the two of us, just call me hyung, Inma.”

“Strong brother, I will become a good prosecutor. Please help me a lot.”

“Haha. This is flattery!”

“No, it’s not Abu. I came to the Western District Prosecutors’ Office because of you, hyung.”

Maybe it was because I got goosebumps, but the soju tasted even sweeter.

How long has it been since you last had soju? This.

And there’s beef there!

When I was a detective, I was satisfied with just pork belly······.

As expected, the inspector is the best!

“This is touching, man. You eat all the beef here! I’ll pay for it all!”

The strongest inspector was delighted.

As you become more rigid, the prosecutors around you will start leaving one by one.

So how happy would I be?

I’m sorry······.

I was planning to use this situation to my advantage.

That way, we can put the bastards of this society in cold prisons!

* * *

The next morning.

As expected, Jin Geo-sang came looking for me, grumbling.

He came into the prosecutor’s office, accompanied by a lawyer.

“Who is Prosecutor Kang Ji-hyeok?”

It’s that kid.

You came after all?

“I am Kang Ji-hyeok.”

“How dare you, a greenhorn, speak informally to anyone!”

“Am I a Smurf? Blue? And I don’t treat criminal pups with respect.”

The lawyer came between us.

I tried to say hello by handing out my business card.

“Hello, inspector. My name is Choi Ha-jin, the attorney in charge of Yeonggwang Construction.”

“Get out of the way. I have nothing to say to you.”

Bam.

I ignored the lawyer and leaned aside.

He said this while looking straight at Jin Geo-sang.

“But why did you come here? Since this morning.”

Is it because I’m scared of the look in your eyes?

Jin Geo-sang fiddled with his tie to regain his composure.

“You beat your son to death again last night, and your pride was hurt, so you came here this morning? Do you think it’s okay for a gangster or something to just barge into the prosecutor’s office and call yourself the chairman?”

He approached Jin Geo-sang, looked straight into his eyes, and spoke.

Sneak.

Jin Geo-sang stepped back.

The gangsters will know.

That my eyes are those of a veteran detective.

You’d be instinctively scared, right?

“Good to see you came. I was planning on summoning you anyway. Since you’re here, let’s talk while we’re at it.”

Bam.

Attorney Choi Ha-jin grabs my shoulder.

There is strength in the hands.

“Whose body are you touching right now, lawyer?”

“Hey, Kang Ji-hyeok. I’m a former prosecutor. I’m a few grades higher than you… ugh!”

Crazy.

I grabbed the hand on my shoulder and pulled it away.

He threw attorney Choi Ha-jin into the wall next to him.

“Attorney Choi Ha-jin. His father’s name is Choi Cheol, and his mother is Kim A-yeon. The two of them used to live in poverty, but now they are building owners in Yeoksam-dong, Gangnam, Seoul. How many cases of corruption at Yeonggwang Construction did he deal with when he was a prosecutor? I’ll tell you again, I don’t treat criminals with respect.”

Kuk.

He said, pressing his thumb against the back of his neck, which was against the wall.

But this doesn’t even have a preposition.

It’s said that the cervical spine doesn’t hurt until it breaks.

“Senior prosecutor? You’re being ridiculous. I’ve never had a senior like you. If you want to keep that pitiful lawyer badge, stop talking nonsense.”

I let him go and spoke calmly to the investigator.

“Let’s reserve an interrogation room. We will begin the interrogation by investigating the cognition of Jin Geo-sang, the CEO of Yeonggwang Construction.”

I need to show that serial killer that there’s something stronger than my father.

That’s the law!