I Became a Police Officer in a Superhero Genre

After that night. Time continued to pass aimlessly.

As time passed, I heard news that the hitman bastard targeting Sai was found dead not long after. And after that, no other hitmen came either.
A situation where I didn’t know what to do, and even if I closed my eyes tight and killed Sai, I had no idea how to deal with the aftermath.

As I silently curled up alone, digesting my anxiety, 2 months passed without hindrance.

On a day when it felt like you’d freeze to death without a long padded coat because the weather was so cold.

I finally finished my suspension and was transferred out of the Special Investigation Team to return to work in the Gangdong District Violent Crimes Unit 3.

“Eh- This is Detective Lee Munsu who’ll be working with us from today. Well, those who know, know, right? So, he’s that kind of guy. That kind of guy. He’s not a newbie. Eh.”

The Violent Crimes Unit captain said, blurting out nonsense while drenched in fatigue.

At the captain’s introduction, the detectives in the Violent Crimes Unit gave me dry applause.

Roughly looking around with my eyes, given the nature of the detective job, there’s no way all the people here are everyone belonging to this Violent Crimes Unit.

Even taking that into account, the number of people in the office was very small. The police manpower shortage seemed serious, as the captain had said.

Thinking that, I sniffed. Kuung! But why? The atmosphere around was strange.

Usually when someone transfers in, especially if they come due to unfavorable circumstances, people formally welcome them but can’t help being distant unless the person is quite sociable.

But what’s with these humans looking at me with such interested shining eyes? What’s making their eyes so full of interest?

With suspicion, I finished the rough greetings and headed to my desk in the corner of the office. Then those people with shining eyes followed me.

I asked those detectives what they were so curious about that they weren’t even working and were following me, and they said this:

“Um, Detective Lee Munsu. Is that rumor true?”

“What?”

“That you were hiding your superpower because you didn’t want to get promoted in the Special Investigation Team. I heard you’re a superpower user stronger than New Hope? Is it true?”

What the fu… shitty.

Looking at that detective asking with shining eyes, I reflexively suppressed the curse that was about to spurt out.

No matter what, it’s my first day transferring in, and these are people I’ll have to meet for a long time, so isn’t it a bit much to lose my temper first?

They even bought me drinks and coffee as gifts, so it’s hard to curse- no, it’s not hard, but if I curse, I’ll become the guy with the dirty temper.

Honestly, I am a guy with a dirty temper, but it’s not something to go around boasting about, is it? So I recited the Heart Sutra inwardly and said with my best smile:

“It’s just a baseless rumor.”

“Come on. How could it be baseless? You think we don’t know your reputation? Common sense says someone who’s fine after getting stabbed 10 times can’t be an ordinary person. We’ll keep it secret. Tell us. You’re the one who took down Justice too, right?”

“Do you move around with your face covered like New Hope? At night? Wow. Who on earth are you? Do you have a hero name?”

People started spouting nonsense that I couldn’t tell if they were asking me questions or just chattering among themselves.

But I laughed it off. Thinking it was part of the process of getting close, think-, thin-, pass-, passing it off, fuck.

“…stop, -it…”

“Stop? Stop it? Is that from the manga my little brother reads?”

“Stop it! Fuck!”

You think you can’t kill someone with a paper cup, you bastards?

I poured the contents into my mouth and then tightly gripped the paper cup.
On my first day transferring to the Violent Crimes Unit, I gained the nickname “Paper Cup Massacrer”.
Fuck.

After performing performance art with paper cups on my first day back. Of course, as a police officer, I was dispatched to a crime scene.

It was a case where there was a male victim, and we had to find the person who killed him.

The method of murder seemed impulsive, the killer used a kitchen knife from inside the house, and a woman who appeared to be the suspect was captured on the building’s CCTV.

So far, there was no evidence that this case was related to superpower users.

It’s certainly tragic that someone died, but after seeing only people who died horribly in all sorts of bizarre ways by superpowers, seeing someone who died so plainly by knife felt fresh.

…No, it’s not plain. How many stab wounds? One, two… 8. Stabbed 8 times with a knife.
Since he was thoroughly butchered focusing on the stomach, it can’t be called plain at all. This is butchery.

Looking around the house, there are photos of the victim and the woman who appears to be the suspect happily taken together, and both men’s and women’s items are scattered around.

Roughly putting together the situation in the house, the victim’s condition, and other circumstantial evidence confirmed through inquiries-

“A crime of passion, huh…”

The weapon was left at the scene and fingerprints were properly found. It was clearly an impulsive incident, not planned.

The man had an affair, and the woman somehow found out about it and they fought, then she couldn’t stand it and just, bam. Is that it?

Looking at the man, although he was deceased, his face was handsome enough to be called good-looking.

Also, his phone wasn’t locked, so looking inside, there were conversations implying relationships with several women besides the suspect woman.

From what people around said, the man was a famous playboy, but the woman had rose-colored glasses on and denied that fact, dedicating herself to the man and being used in such a relationship-

This man seems to have thought it would continue forever. Seeing that he didn’t even lock his phone, this is…

“Whether man or woman, if you can’t manage your genitals, you get fucked, but there are so many people who don’t know that…”

I clicked my tongue and got up. Leaving the scene cleanup to others, I wanted to check where the fleeing suspect had gone.

In cases of impulsive murder like this, the suspect tends to go to familiar places out of panic.

From what’s been confirmed, the suspect doesn’t have any family, so I can’t be sure where she’d go – but I’ll have to look around CCTVs and investigate through inquiries.

First, you have to dig with a shovel to find anything in an investigation.

Reflecting on recent events, I recall only suffering through hardships where I couldn’t tell if I was a police officer or what.

Starting from getting involved with that damn Justice bastard all the way to the junkyard. Really, fuck, it feels like I only got mixed up in shit I wonder if I really had to go through.

After all, entering the Special Investigation Team itself might have been a great trial in my life.

It would be nice if only that damn bitch wasn’t in the house. As I let out a yawn and left the mansion building to check the CCTVs at nearby intersections.

As if waiting for the timing, a text message came to my phone.

The message that appeared on my phone screen was sent from the phone Sai bought this time. The content was to be careful of colds and stay strong in the cold weather.

Seeing that content, I rubbed my cheek for a moment. Then I couldn’t help but spit out one sentence.

“…It’s unpleasant.”

I haven’t been able to find out anything in 2 months, whether Sai really lost her memory, who sent the hitmen chasing her, and so on.

So I had no choice but to try to maintain the same attitude as before – but damn it.

The words Sai said that night keep lingering in my ears, bothering me. It would be nice if a time came when I could understand a bit what that woman is thinking.

I held back something trying to rise from inside me and sent a message saying I understood with trembling hands.

As I swallowed my nose while suspecting that this bitch’s purpose might be to roll me up and kill me like this.

In the corner of my vision, I saw a strange person. A woman wearing a thin indoor one-piece dress in this cold weather, which was strange enough, but there was even blood on that dress.

Moreover, that face was the face of the suspect woman captured on CCTV.

“Oh.”

Even if the culprit returns to the crime scene, so boldly?

Other police officers around also spotted that woman and approached in confusion, but I saw something clutched in that woman’s hand.

A syringe. The red liquid inside. Superpower awakening drug?

“There’s no way my oppa would do that… This is all a lie… Are you police? The government framed my oppa… I’ll kill you. I’ll kill everyone…”

“Uh-oh, catch her! Quickly subdue that woman!!”

Why is that woman holding that?

I felt my head go blank, but my body reacted and moved.

Seeing the woman spouting nonsense with her eyes completely gone, other detectives must have sensed the crisis too and rushed to subdue her urgently, but of course, the woman’s movements were bound to be faster.

The syringe needle in the woman’s hand made a gesture of stabbing straight into her own neck.

Rather than running, I tried to take out my gun to shoot even if it meant blowing off her hand, to prevent what would happen next. Because that was the only way to not increase victims now.
One good thing about being in the Special Investigation Team is that you can carry a handgun around anytime-

Ah right. I’m in the Violent Crimes Unit.

Currently in Korea, except for the Special Investigation Team, using a handgun while subduing a criminal means you’re prepared to take off your uniform.

So. That.

“Fuck.”

The syringe stabs into the woman’s neck. And the woman’s hair- fuck, what is that?

A huge mass of hair starts thrashing about. I recoiled in horror and ran backwards.

I was shocked as the huge clump of hair crashed into the building. Fortunately, in less than 10 minutes, that hair woman was subdued and arrested as is.

But the Violent Crimes Unit being able to arrest that woman without even holding guns wasn’t thanks to New Hope coming.

It was because the woman self-subdued as her body, which was the main body, got tied up unable to move by the crazily multiplying hair.

Even if she lost her mind, it’s quite idiotic, but. Let’s think positively. Let’s think that way.

Let’s ignore the fact that I ran away to the Violent Crimes Unit but got involved with a superpower awakener again.

“Complaints are coming in from mansion residents that hair can’t be cleaned up and is sticking out everywhere.”

“Why are they bitching at us?”

Really, why are they bitching at us? An extremely primitive and common-sense question arose, but.
Isn’t this the kind of thing Korean police originally do?
To think that after being away from the field for 2 months, this feels nostalgic. Could it be that being a police officer was my true calling? Thinking that, I laughed out loud.