Descent of the Demon God Chapter 7 12 Hours (1)

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There was silence in the observation room next to the interrogation room.

Regardless of the distance, not a single person could even blink their eyes.

Deputy Director Ho Il-kyung was so surprised that he couldn’t even turn his head while speaking to Song Wei-kang, the head of the violent crimes division, who was standing behind him.

“… Song. Is this really working?”

“H-He shouldn’t be seeing…”

It was only possible to see through the tinted gla.s.s or the special gla.s.s in the interrogation room while using a special device from the military Mobile Strike team.

But seeing Chun Yeowun, it felt like he could really see through the gla.s.s.

“How can someone who shouldn’t be able to see me stare at me!”

Ho Il-kyung yelled.

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When Song Wei-kang couldn’t come up with an answer, the short-haired female detective spoke.

“Deputy Director. He could be deliberately trying to sway us with a bluff.”

“Bluff?”

“How many times does an interrogation room appear in the movies and dramas these days? There is no way they wouldn’t know that someone is behind the gla.s.s.”

At her calm words, Ho Il-kyung shook his head in disappointment.

Calling this a bluff is stupid.

That man was looking straight at the Deputy Director and spoke about his position too.

‘This guy is a Murim warrior. We can’t think of this from an ordinary person’s point of view.’

Ho Il-kyung, who was shaken until a second back, calmed down.

To get to his position, he didn’t just play golf and entertain his dumb superiors.

He agreed with one thing the female detective said.

‘He could be trying to sway us.’

In that case, he shouldn’t appear shaken.

Getting caught in the criminal’s pace would make it difficult to conduct the interrogation.

Even if this gla.s.s couldn’t stop him from seeing, the gla.s.s shouldn’t have a problem with being bulletproof and soundproof.

Ho Il-kyung pressed the b.u.t.ton in front of the gla.s.s and calmly opened his mouth.

Click!

“Can you see us?”

He had to be sure. He needed confirmation.

-Didn’t your man say that it couldn’t be seen through?

‘!!!’

Ho Il-kyung frowned at Chun Yeowun’s words.

Again, he spoke while looking through the gla.s.s.

The atmosphere was so silent, it should have been hard to know if someone was in the observation room or not.

‘… cheeky b.a.s.t.a.r.d.’

For some reason, he felt annoyed at Chun Yeowun’s att.i.tude.

Not losing his composure, Ho Il-kyung pressed the b.u.t.ton and spoke.

“Let the doctor go.”

Ho Il-kyung demanded the release of Cho Se-jong.

If he kept holding the man, then the doctor would turn into his hostage.

-Euk, pl… please!

Cho Se-jong, who was frightened, almost begged Chun Yeowun.

Ho Il-kyung continued to speak in a calm manner.

“If you let the doctor do his task and go. I will make sure that your punishment is kept to a minimum.”

An attempt to negotiate.

“I am the Deputy Director of the Public Security Bureau. I have the discretion to close my eyes in special cases.”

-Deputy Director?

“There is only one person above me here. Are you still unable to trust me?”

-Huh?

Of course, it was a lie. He was just bargaining for the life of the doctor.

Ho Il-kyung’s mind was already filled with thoughts of punis.h.i.+ng the man in the interrogation room.

‘I will show you how it's done.’

The CCTV cameras in the interrogation and observation room were still running, and people who worked for him were watching, which meant that he had to showcase his skills as much as possible.

“Deputy Director, negotiations with criminals…”

“I will take responsibility for this.”

“Deputy Director…”

The others were unaware of that and thought that their Deputy Director was trying to save the doctor.

They didn’t know that Ho Il-kyung was a master at creating a favorable image.

However, there was another reason why Ho Il-kyung was trying to negotiate.

‘Huh. Do I look like I will negotiate with criminals?’

Ho Il-kyung’s eyes were looking elsewhere.

It was the free hand of Cho Se-jong.

An anesthetic injection which was half out of his pocket.

Cho Se-jong was the doctor in charge of most such cases.

And every time he entered, he would come prepared for all possible situations.

‘With a little bit of attention diversion from him, that can be used.’

Ho Il-kyung smiled.

He had to do anything to keep Chun Yeowun from noticing it.

Click!

Ho Il-kyung pressed the b.u.t.ton again and spoke.

“We won’t do the blood test, so let the man go…”

Crack!

-Kuaaak!

Before his words even finished, a scream erupted from Cho Se-jong.

Cho Se-jong, whose wrist was broken, groaned in pain.

Unable to control his anger, Ho Il-kyung stomped and shouted.

“What the f.u.c.k is that b.a.s.t.a.r.d doing!”

He didn’t expect this to happen without the injection being given.

With a condescending tone, Chun Yeowun spoke.

-I guess you are stupid. Did you think that I couldn’t see it through the mirror?

‘This…’

The Deputy Director was speechless for a moment.

Because of Chun Yeowun’s att.i.tude, he forgot that the gla.s.s in the interrogation room acted like a mirror.

‘s.h.i.+t!’

If he had thought clearly, he would have discouraged Cho Se-jong from using that injection.

It was Chun Yeowun’s way of saying that it was your own mistake.

-Is there any reason why I would take this man hostage?

“What?”

-Don’t do useless things. And let go of that illusion that I came here because I was afraid of you men.

At Chun Yeowun’s warning, Ho Il-kyung punched the gla.s.s with his fist.

“This… this b.a.s.t.a.r.d!”

He forgot about creating a favorable image and ended up cursing him.

Not Song Wei-kong nor the two other detectives said anything while looking at their boss.

‘How can that cheap b.a.s.t.a.r.d even threaten me? The Deputy Director of the Public Security Bureau?’

It wasn’t nice.

The att.i.tude of the man who was locked up in the interrogation room.

Favorable image or whatever, he couldn’t suppress himself anymore.

Ho Il-kyung, who used his fist on the gla.s.s, suddenly realized something.

‘Huh? Hold on, did I press the mic b.u.t.ton before?’

He was so angry at the sudden incident that he didn’t realize it.

Apparently, the mic b.u.t.ton wasn’t pressed when he swore at the man.

Looking back, he asked Song Wei-kang.

“… did I press the mic b.u.t.ton by any chance?”

“Uh?”

He could tell just by the shock.

He surely released the b.u.t.ton in shock when he saw the wrist being broken.

‘H-He… is he?’

The observation room is soundproof, so even if one shouts inside, the sound would never flow out.

But Chun Yeowun could listen to them.

Ho Il-kyung stared at Chun Yeowun with fear in his eyes.

“Yo-You… what the h.e.l.l are you?”

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