Chapter 43

Chapter 43

The approaching white officer swept Yi-hyeon up and down seuk and opened his mouth. Whether jumped out while eating a food smell wafts from the mouth. Age looked over forty.

“Hey, young man. Are you the person who reported? Met an armed robber.”

“That’s right.”

Young man?

The speech is a bit not to liking but first he gave the answer.

“Then, first let’s go to the police station. Have to make a few documents.”

Yi-hyeon exhaled a sigh.

Whether Korea or the US this seems the problem. First he is a victim who almost suffered damage (?) from the robber right. Shouldn’t one first ask if there is no injured place normally?

Am I expecting too much from the New York police?

“Yes, let’s go. At this opportunity looking around New York’s police station would also be good.”

When Yi-hyeon looked around among the five attackers four are starting divided and riding two police cars in a state of wearing handcuffs. Then, the remaining one?

“The two people ride this car.”

The white police pointed to the remaining one car.

Yi-hyeon was momentarily dumbfounded.

Moving putting the robber and the victim in the same car?

But this officer before Yi-hyeon even took out the next words waved his hand and said.

“Ah ah, it’s okay, okay. This skinny guy as you see firmly put handcuffs so. No need to be scared.”

“······.”

Speaking long at this place does not seem to work. Yi-hyeon instead of answering quietly pressed the button of the ballpoint pen type recorder inserted in the top pocket.

This, if becoming a world that frequently uses such things it is not good···

When Yi-hyeon rode the car the car structure is a little strange. The driver’s seat and passenger seat are blocked with thick plastic separated from the back seat. Probably because escorting vicious criminals they also did such facilities.

The white police who seems the superior of this place rode only the front seat, that is the passenger seat so Yi-hyeon cannot help but ride the back seat. Together with that vicious robber guy.

When Yi-hyeon rode the back seat the guy who was already put inside flinched and stuffed his body further inside.

Even doing so where is there to go in the narrow car. Yi-hyeon smiled and tuk tuk hit the robber guy’s shoulder.

The guy is scared. Know that you dreamed a dragon dream. If met me in a secluded place very grinding the bones···

The police who glanced at Yi-hyeon’s action in the back seat slightly shook his head and smacked his lips.

The car that was running aeng aeng quickly arrived in front of some building. Yi-hyeon who got off the car seeing it is not the famous NYPD headquarters, but a police station considerably larger than a district station in Korean terms. A 5-story building and the police guarding the entrance is also holding a rifle.

Because night? Or this area is close to Harlem so unknown.

Entering the building, despite night people who seem police wearing uniforms and police wearing civilian clothes were busily coming and going.

First the five robbers after receiving a simple body search entered a room with iron bars attached viciously. Seeing the guys except the one who was hit hard by Yi-hyeon all enter giggling. Among them one guy even making a gesture of drawing the neck with the hand to Yi-hyeon.

These bastards.

If people are hit less they become like that. Let’s see. Rat-like guys.

To Yi-hyeon who was glaring at them someone approached and called.

“Hey, man. Come here and sit. From now on have to make documents.”

The person calling him is a male officer. A black man with large height and belly protruding. But, the words are rough.

Yi-hyeon anew swept his own attire.

Is this these people looking at my attire and treating so carelessly?

He did come out wearing comfortably. Considering New York’s winter weather warm jersey wool slacks and thick cashmere sweater and outside thin but still good quality padding. And carrying a black Tumi backpack so at a glance looks like a young student or young tourist.

In fact the clothes Yi-hyeon is wearing now are all considerably expensive ones. Because Yi-hyeon who grew up in a rich house and has an eye carefully chose. Only because Yi-hyeon who dislikes the logo of luxury brands appearing outwardly the clothes worn also cannot know well outwardly.

The black officer scratched Yi-hyeon’s nerves from the start.

“Well well, first say the name, and age. Hmm··· by chance tourist? Surely not a Columbia University student?”

Since an accident occurred on the Columbia University site it seems thinking it could be that school’s student.

“No. I am a tourist who came from Korea. Here passport.”

Yi-hyeon took out the passport from the backpack and held it out.

The officer nodded and examined Yi-hyeon’s passport. And began to tap the keyboard with fingers as thick as sausages.

“Oh, shit! Your age is twenty-five?”

“······.”

Yi-hyeon had no words to give so was silent. And the time of explaining the situation.

“Hey! Telling me to believe those words? Telling me to believe the words that you subdued those robber guys bare-handed? Puhaha.”

At first seeing Yi-hyeon such a thought may arise but this guy was first rude.

“Hey, officer. How many times do I have to say. Since asked me that much now shouldn’t one call those robber guys and interrogate?”

Yi-hyeon’s voice rose. In one go he said one more word.

“And your attitude is very unpleasant. I am a victim who met a robber but I don’t know the reason uniquely doing this to me.”

At Yi-hyeon’s words the officer immediately reacted. He took his hands off the keyboard he was tapping and glared at Yi-hyeon and said.

“Hey, answer straight to the words I ask. Don’t you see that because of you I cannot even get off work and am doing this until midnight? And have to say words that make sense. How at your level subdue those five holding guns.”

Yi-hyeon leaned the upper body back. Not an opponent words pass.

He heard that in the US Easterners receive worse treatment than blacks but it seems he is suffering that today.

Yi-hyeon silently took out the phone and pressed the number. To Lee Seung-uk.

“Yes, it’s me. Something happened so I will be a little late. Where is here? Hmm. Here is the police station.”

Though speaking to Lee Seung-uk was bothersome since it seems late today have to inform.

“Yes? No, the representative is at the police station now? Such dumbfounding place···.”

As expected Lee Seung-uk jumped so Yi-hyeon briefly explained the situation. And hung up the phone··· at that moment Lee Seung-uk was moving like lightning.

“Hey! From now on do phone only receiving my permission too. During interrogation call prohibited, understand?”

Interrogation? This bastard gradually.

Yi-hyeon endured the rising curse. Even though he said so much that he is a victim who met a robber still viewing as an interrogation target.

“Hey! Officer. Interrogation. Even though I am a foreigner you treat a tourist who came to New York and met a robber like this okay? Is New York’s law set to do like this? Officer, what is your name?”

When Yi-hyeon raised his voice the officers doing work in the seats beside began to glance, and the officer sitting in front began to get excited.

“This, a rat-like Eastern guy dares say such words to me? You, will taste New York’s detention center? A guy like you if entering the detention center and only one day passes the buttocks will tear and come out. How, shall I make so?”

To the officer spitting foul language Yi-hyeon said low.

“Officer, you will have to take responsibility for those words.”

When Yi-hyeon raised his hand and pointed to himself and made threatening sounds the officer’s lid opened.

“Stop! I won’t leave you alone. Daring to threaten and insult an officer? You are obstruction of official duties.”

Now Yi-hyeon no longer dealt with the guy and searched the number on the phone. At first he also thought of calling Amy, but that is too embarrassing a matter.

So who did he find?

Precisely the law firm’s lawyer. McGregor & Sunnyside Law Firm.

Lawyer Harry Growson who led the contract with him there.

Though already past nine o’clock time Lawyer Growson received the phone sharply.

“Mister Song, Harry. What can I help with?”

At his mechanical but certain words Yi-hyeon’s mood loosened a little. While calling looking ahead the black officer stood up from the seat and was approaching toward Yi-hyeon. It seems he cannot endure Yi-hyeon calling again without receiving his permission (?).

“Mister Growson. I am at a police station in New York now. To say a bit long···.”

In the midst of saying those words the black officer approached Yi-hyeon and tried to snatch the phone. With strength.

“Greenhorn. Hand over that cell phone. You seem to have to reflect sleeping one night in the detention center.”

Seeing him who stood up and approached closely the height is much larger than Yi-hyeon and the weight seems over twice too. But is Yi-hyeon a person who will have the phone snatched by strength.

Yi-hyeon who slightly held the inside of his extending arm, that is the inside of the elbow with the thumb continued the call without taking his face off the phone.

“So. These people treating me as a criminal.”

“Mister Song. Wait 15 minutes there. I will run right now.”

“Eh? Now midnight but still okay?”

At Yi-hyeon’s words Growson said largely.

“Don’t worry. Though I am meeting a customer and eating now, the car is waiting so I will come right away. I know that police station well. Don’t worry.”

Ending the call that way Yi-hyeon pulled the arm of the officer he was holding downward.

You are too tall so have to look up, that I don’t like.

“Keuk!”

The officer without even opening his mouth and making a large sound the upper body came running. Then it became the same eye level as Yi-hyeon who half stood up from the seat.

“Hey, bad guy. Prepare. My lawyer is coming now.”

Yi-hyeon who ended the words put the phone in his pocket. And letting go of the hand only then the officer raised his body.

“This, bastard you you···.”

The officer who was trembling and shaking rolled his eyes and came to grab Yi-hyeon.

Then,

“Stop! What are you doing to the citizen. Is it okay for an officer to do that to a tourist?”

It is Lee Seung-uk.

He who received Yi-hyeon’s call ran. How urgent that he ran in everyday clothes rolling in the room without even wearing the suit he was wearing saying it is a suit in New York.

“Sorry, representative. The taxi was not caught···.”

And then exactly blocked in front of the officer and glared his eyes and said.

“Hey, officer. I am this person’s secretary. From now on if having something to say do to me.”

The officer who was rubbing the arm caught by Yi-hyeon opened his eyes wide. Seeing the face an expression of what is this riffraff again.

He who was about to push even Lee Seung-uk right away momentarily flinched. Because the expression of Lee Seung-uk glaring at him with arms crossed was unusual.

And why suddenly the body is chilling···

Seeing Lee Seung-uk’s eyes he realized the cause. Because from his thinly torn eyes a fierce killing intent was spraying.

When Lee Seung-uk appeared and caused a fuss people around gathered one by two and only now the black officer looking around began to shout something.

“Well, that young Eastern guy obstructed my investigation. This cannot be left!”

And then, he appeared.

Lawyer Harry Growson. He entered together with a man in his thirties and the expression was fierce. Looking only at the expression not inferior to Lee Seung-uk.

“I am this person’s lawyer. Belonging to McGregor & Sunnyside. From now on you will have to talk with me. Gentleman.”

Words he said throwing the name card to the officer.

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