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I Became the One Who Takes. 75

I Became the One Who Takes. 75

## Chapter 75 – (2)

“So, you’re a rookie hero, just starting out?”
“Yes.”
“…Aish, and it’s a crucial case…”

Seoul Gangnam Police Station.

The man who introduced himself as the chief of the violent crimes division frowned and sighed.

It wasn’t so much a sigh directed at me, but rather a sigh of dissatisfaction with the Hero Association for introducing me.

“Sorry for sighing. It’s just that this is a really dangerous case, and I don’t understand them sending a hero who’s just starting out…”
“No, it’s alright.”

A dangerous case, huh.

I expected as much.

The violent crimes division.

I’m not deeply knowledgeable about the police, but I knew that the violent crimes division deals with serious crimes like murder, violence, and drugs.

What’s more, in the hero world, there’s a high probability that villains are involved in serious crimes, making it even more dangerous.

I can understand their worry about entrusting it to a rookie hero.

On top of that, most of the violent crimes division were ordinary people, not heroes, so the need for a hero’s help was all the more pressing.

I’m sure they’re worried sick now that I, a hero who’s just started out, have arrived.

I think that reaction is normal.

“Anyway… please do your best. Fill this out, and I’ll explain the case later, so let’s meet after lunch at 2 PM.”

He handed me some paper, and the chief hurriedly walked off somewhere.

Everyone else in the violent crimes division seemed busy as well.

12 PM.

It was lunchtime, but no one seemed to be getting up from their seats.

Everyone working hard was certainly a good sight, but on the other hand, it was a scene that weighed heavily on my heart.

The violent crimes division being busy was never good news.

The paper just needed my personal information.

Name, resident registration number, address, phone number, and hero rank.

There was nothing difficult about it, so I filled in the blanks without hesitation.

I finished quickly and slowly looked around, also wanting to go eat lunch.

It was a strange feeling.

When else would I get to see the police station and the violent crimes division if not for a moment like this?

I blankly looked around and saw a room labeled “Interrogation Room.”

“…Is that like the one that often appears in movies?”

A place where you talk to criminals one-on-one to get them to confess or reveal secrets.

Intrigued, I peeked inside and, surprisingly, there was a man sitting there.

He had handcuffs on his hands, and his eyes shone sharply.

His build was rather small, but perhaps that’s why his sharp aura seemed even more alive.

He was like a dagger of a man.

A huge wolf tattoo was prominently engraved on his neck.

“…”

I wanted to interrogate the man like in the movies, but I couldn’t, so I just memorized his face.

There were many restaurants around the police station, and they were all packed.

Many people worked at the police station, and this police station was close to a downtown area, so it couldn’t be helped.

“But the scenery…”

Every restaurant was full of people.

Everyone had sharp bodies and eyes.

The situation was better in restaurants that served Western or Japanese food, where there were more women.

If you glanced at places like Korean stew or set meal restaurants, you couldn’t tell if it was a restaurant or a villains’ secret hideout.

In the end, I chose a hamburger place nearby.

It was a handmade burger place, and a provocative phrase that they had recreated the taste of the American homeland was written largely.

Drawn to the phrase, I went inside, but the prices were excessively brutal.

I didn’t think they would recreate the prices of the American homeland as well.

Still, in this world, I had financial leeway.

“One set and a cola for the drink, please.”
“…Yes.”

It was a short answer, but the answer was awkward.

His face was definitely Korean.

They said it was the taste of the American homeland, so did he really live in America?

There weren’t many people inside the small store.

A large man who looked like a foreigner, and a foreign couple.

I was the only Korean.

It seemed that spending 30,000 won on a handmade burger set was the reason for the few customers.

“…”

I sat down at an empty seat near the window and waited for my order to come out.

Then I heard a sharp female voice.

“Hey, what’s that Asian bastard?”
“Lower your voice, look at his build. He looks like a cop.”
“So I’m speaking in Russian. And do you think I’m afraid of the police?”
“…I guess not.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I just don’t want this place to be discovered.”

The sound of a couple talking was naturally translated into my ears, but I pretended not to notice.

That way, they would talk more.

They were sitting facing each other nicely, so I naturally thought they were a couple, but it seemed like a more secretive relationship than that.

I looked at the two people faintly reflected in the window.

It was a woman with a sharp, blunt bob cut, like her sharp voice.

“How’s Gangnam?”
“…It’s slowly being cleaned up.”
“Slowly?”

The woman frowned, not liking the man’s answer, and crossed her legs.

They were fascinating legs.

The man facing those legs seemed to be intimidated, shrinking his shoulders at the sight of the woman’s changed mood.

“Are you kidding me?”
“…”
“You begged and pleaded, and we even attached Brody to you. Huh? Isn’t that right, Brody?”

At the woman’s cold words, the man lowered his head.

When the woman gestured, the large foreigner near the entrance, the man called Brody, nodded and slightly blocked the entrance.

The man glanced at the large man and said to the woman with an even paler face, as if pleading.

“Th, those guys suddenly joined forces, and the cops from the violent crimes division smelled something…”
“Then get rid of those cops too.”

The woman said casually, chewing on a french fry.

The man was surprised and opened his mouth, then calmly persuaded the woman.

“If we do that, we’ll have to deal with all the heroes, including the police…”
“They’re all small fry below A-rank anyway.”

That was true.

They said there were no S-rank heroes in Korea yet.

…Saying that means she’s confident she won’t lose to A-rank heroes?

The more I heard, the more my suspicion turned into conviction.

They’re definitely villains.

And from overseas. A very powerful villain organization.

I checked my inventory.

There were three items in my inventory.

A jungle knife, an expensive necklace I picked up somewhere, and a gold ornament I got from the last dungeon.

Looking at the jungle knife, I prepared to take it out.

“Here’s your set and cola.”

Just then, my food was ready.

I slowly got up from my seat, pretending to be nonchalant, and walked to the counter.

Thump, thump.

Only the sound of my footsteps echoed loudly in the suddenly quiet restaurant.

A strange tension flowed.

The large man, Brody, was guarding the entrance, the foreign man was scared of the woman and had his head down, and the woman was staring intently at me.

Passing by them and going to the counter, the man with the awkward pronunciation handed me the hamburger set.

And on the paper wrapping the hamburger, it was written:

‘Please don’t fight here. My family is in danger.’

The handwriting was crooked, but the content was recognizable.

“…”

In the end, I turned my mind away from my inventory and had no choice but to bring the food and eat it by the window.

The food was delicious.

After eating everything, Brody slightly moved aside at the entrance as I was about to leave.

In the meantime, a large hand caught my eye.

‘Wolf.’

The wolf tattoo drawn on his hand was a tattoo I had seen somewhere recently.

The man in the interrogation room came to mind.

I looked back at the woman.

I had a feeling I would meet her again.

As the person called the chief said earlier, I arrived at the violent crimes division by 2 PM.

When I arrived, many people were pulling up chairs and gathering in front of the screen.

So there was a screen in a place like that.

“Did you finish filling it out?”

I handed over the paper I had filled out.

The chief nodded, receiving the paper he had given me.

“Name Sung Han… you live not too far away, and your hero rank is… huh?!”

The chief’s movements, which had been checking and reading one by one with his finger, stopped abruptly at one place.

Because the chief had unconsciously raised his voice, the eyes of the other detectives all turned to the chief.

“What’s wrong?”

Another violent crimes detective who had been preparing the data approached the chief and looked back and forth between the words on the paper and me.

“…A-rank…?”
“Yes.”
“Didn’t you say you just became a hero…”
“…Well, they sent someone proper this time…”

The chief said that with a sullen expression and gently placed the paper on the desk.

His expression seemed a little brighter.

“…Alright, presentation.”

At the chief’s words, everyone took their seats.

I sat in the back.

The man who had been surprised with the chief after seeing my rank started the presentation.

“Recently, the international crime organization Wolf, which had been rapidly growing in the United States and Russia, has now extended its reach to Japan and Korea.”

A picture of a wolf-shaped emblem came up on the screen.

It was a wolf picture I had seen somewhere.

“All the executives have wolf tattoos on their bodies, and Allen, who we caught this time, also had a large wolf tattoo on his neck.”

The man from the interrogation room came to mind.

“As a result of interrogating Allen, it seems that they have already driven out or taken over a significant number of domestic crime organizations, and their power has grown considerably.”
“…No way, already? What about the Guseong Faction or the Dobong Faction? Aren’t they A-rank villains?”
“That’s… we’re guessing that an S-rank villain might have come.”

A familiar face appeared on the presentation screen.

“These are the S-rank villains belonging to Wolf.”

Four pictures were shown.

My gaze was fixed on the two people at the very front.

Brody, who had a wolf tattoo on his hand, and the woman I saw at the restaurant.

“Bella.”

I muttered the name and engraved it in my head.

I Became the One Who Takes. 75

I Became the One Who Takes. 75

## Chapter 75 - (2)



"So, you're a rookie hero, just starting out?"
"Yes."
"...Aish, and it's a crucial case..."

Seoul Gangnam Police Station.

The man who introduced himself as the chief of the violent crimes division frowned and sighed.

It wasn't so much a sigh directed at me, but rather a sigh of dissatisfaction with the Hero Association for introducing me.

"Sorry for sighing. It's just that this is a really dangerous case, and I don't understand them sending a hero who's just starting out..."
"No, it's alright."

A dangerous case, huh.

I expected as much.

The violent crimes division.

I'm not deeply knowledgeable about the police, but I knew that the violent crimes division deals with serious crimes like murder, violence, and drugs.

What's more, in the hero world, there's a high probability that villains are involved in serious crimes, making it even more dangerous.

I can understand their worry about entrusting it to a rookie hero.

On top of that, most of the violent crimes division were ordinary people, not heroes, so the need for a hero's help was all the more pressing.

I'm sure they're worried sick now that I, a hero who's just started out, have arrived.

I think that reaction is normal.

"Anyway... please do your best. Fill this out, and I'll explain the case later, so let's meet after lunch at 2 PM."

He handed me some paper, and the chief hurriedly walked off somewhere.

Everyone else in the violent crimes division seemed busy as well.

12 PM.

It was lunchtime, but no one seemed to be getting up from their seats.

Everyone working hard was certainly a good sight, but on the other hand, it was a scene that weighed heavily on my heart.

The violent crimes division being busy was never good news.

The paper just needed my personal information.

Name, resident registration number, address, phone number, and hero rank.

There was nothing difficult about it, so I filled in the blanks without hesitation.

I finished quickly and slowly looked around, also wanting to go eat lunch.

It was a strange feeling.

When else would I get to see the police station and the violent crimes division if not for a moment like this?

I blankly looked around and saw a room labeled "Interrogation Room."

"...Is that like the one that often appears in movies?"

A place where you talk to criminals one-on-one to get them to confess or reveal secrets.

Intrigued, I peeked inside and, surprisingly, there was a man sitting there.

He had handcuffs on his hands, and his eyes shone sharply.

His build was rather small, but perhaps that's why his sharp aura seemed even more alive.

He was like a dagger of a man.

A huge wolf tattoo was prominently engraved on his neck.

"..."

I wanted to interrogate the man like in the movies, but I couldn't, so I just memorized his face.

There were many restaurants around the police station, and they were all packed.

Many people worked at the police station, and this police station was close to a downtown area, so it couldn't be helped.

"But the scenery..."

Every restaurant was full of people.

Everyone had sharp bodies and eyes.

The situation was better in restaurants that served Western or Japanese food, where there were more women.

If you glanced at places like Korean stew or set meal restaurants, you couldn't tell if it was a restaurant or a villains' secret hideout.

In the end, I chose a hamburger place nearby.

It was a handmade burger place, and a provocative phrase that they had recreated the taste of the American homeland was written largely.

Drawn to the phrase, I went inside, but the prices were excessively brutal.

I didn't think they would recreate the prices of the American homeland as well.

Still, in this world, I had financial leeway.

"One set and a cola for the drink, please."
"...Yes."

It was a short answer, but the answer was awkward.

His face was definitely Korean.

They said it was the taste of the American homeland, so did he really live in America?

There weren't many people inside the small store.

A large man who looked like a foreigner, and a foreign couple.

I was the only Korean.

It seemed that spending 30,000 won on a handmade burger set was the reason for the few customers.

"..."

I sat down at an empty seat near the window and waited for my order to come out.

Then I heard a sharp female voice.

"Hey, what's that Asian bastard?"
"Lower your voice, look at his build. He looks like a cop."
"So I'm speaking in Russian. And do you think I'm afraid of the police?"
"...I guess not."
"Don't get me wrong, I just don't want this place to be discovered."

The sound of a couple talking was naturally translated into my ears, but I pretended not to notice.

That way, they would talk more.

They were sitting facing each other nicely, so I naturally thought they were a couple, but it seemed like a more secretive relationship than that.

I looked at the two people faintly reflected in the window.

It was a woman with a sharp, blunt bob cut, like her sharp voice.

"How's Gangnam?"
"...It's slowly being cleaned up."
"Slowly?"

The woman frowned, not liking the man's answer, and crossed her legs.

They were fascinating legs.

The man facing those legs seemed to be intimidated, shrinking his shoulders at the sight of the woman's changed mood.

"Are you kidding me?"
"..."
"You begged and pleaded, and we even attached Brody to you. Huh? Isn't that right, Brody?"

At the woman's cold words, the man lowered his head.

When the woman gestured, the large foreigner near the entrance, the man called Brody, nodded and slightly blocked the entrance.

The man glanced at the large man and said to the woman with an even paler face, as if pleading.

"Th, those guys suddenly joined forces, and the cops from the violent crimes division smelled something..."
"Then get rid of those cops too."

The woman said casually, chewing on a french fry.

The man was surprised and opened his mouth, then calmly persuaded the woman.

"If we do that, we'll have to deal with all the heroes, including the police..."
"They're all small fry below A-rank anyway."

That was true.

They said there were no S-rank heroes in Korea yet.

...Saying that means she's confident she won't lose to A-rank heroes?

The more I heard, the more my suspicion turned into conviction.

They're definitely villains.

And from overseas. A very powerful villain organization.

I checked my inventory.

There were three items in my inventory.

A jungle knife, an expensive necklace I picked up somewhere, and a gold ornament I got from the last dungeon.

Looking at the jungle knife, I prepared to take it out.

"Here's your set and cola."

Just then, my food was ready.

I slowly got up from my seat, pretending to be nonchalant, and walked to the counter.

Thump, thump.

Only the sound of my footsteps echoed loudly in the suddenly quiet restaurant.

A strange tension flowed.

The large man, Brody, was guarding the entrance, the foreign man was scared of the woman and had his head down, and the woman was staring intently at me.

Passing by them and going to the counter, the man with the awkward pronunciation handed me the hamburger set.

And on the paper wrapping the hamburger, it was written:

'Please don't fight here. My family is in danger.'

The handwriting was crooked, but the content was recognizable.

"..."

In the end, I turned my mind away from my inventory and had no choice but to bring the food and eat it by the window.

The food was delicious.

After eating everything, Brody slightly moved aside at the entrance as I was about to leave.

In the meantime, a large hand caught my eye.

'Wolf.'

The wolf tattoo drawn on his hand was a tattoo I had seen somewhere recently.

The man in the interrogation room came to mind.

I looked back at the woman.

I had a feeling I would meet her again.

As the person called the chief said earlier, I arrived at the violent crimes division by 2 PM.

When I arrived, many people were pulling up chairs and gathering in front of the screen.

So there was a screen in a place like that.

"Did you finish filling it out?"

I handed over the paper I had filled out.

The chief nodded, receiving the paper he had given me.

"Name Sung Han... you live not too far away, and your hero rank is... huh?!"

The chief's movements, which had been checking and reading one by one with his finger, stopped abruptly at one place.

Because the chief had unconsciously raised his voice, the eyes of the other detectives all turned to the chief.

"What's wrong?"

Another violent crimes detective who had been preparing the data approached the chief and looked back and forth between the words on the paper and me.

"...A-rank...?"
"Yes."
"Didn't you say you just became a hero..."
"...Well, they sent someone proper this time..."

The chief said that with a sullen expression and gently placed the paper on the desk.

His expression seemed a little brighter.

"...Alright, presentation."

At the chief's words, everyone took their seats.

I sat in the back.

The man who had been surprised with the chief after seeing my rank started the presentation.

"Recently, the international crime organization Wolf, which had been rapidly growing in the United States and Russia, has now extended its reach to Japan and Korea."

A picture of a wolf-shaped emblem came up on the screen.

It was a wolf picture I had seen somewhere.

"All the executives have wolf tattoos on their bodies, and Allen, who we caught this time, also had a large wolf tattoo on his neck."

The man from the interrogation room came to mind.

"As a result of interrogating Allen, it seems that they have already driven out or taken over a significant number of domestic crime organizations, and their power has grown considerably."
"...No way, already? What about the Guseong Faction or the Dobong Faction? Aren't they A-rank villains?"
"That's... we're guessing that an S-rank villain might have come."

A familiar face appeared on the presentation screen.

"These are the S-rank villains belonging to Wolf."

Four pictures were shown.

My gaze was fixed on the two people at the very front.

Brody, who had a wolf tattoo on his hand, and the woman I saw at the restaurant.

"Bella."

I muttered the name and engraved it in my head.

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