Black-Haired Internal Revenue Service SWAT Agent - Chapter 330



Only Noblemtl
Read Novel Noblemtl

Side Story 36: A Turning Point in Life

After finishing business at the restaurant, Dad took Hector up to the second floor.

As soon as Hector went up to the second floor, the sound of the street dog (abandoned dog) that the couple were raising these days, ‘Samsik’, barking and making a fuss could be heard.

When the noise died down a bit, I lowered the store’s front door shutter and headed across the street to Baskin-Robbins 31.

Pororo said he’d come to the restaurant to play later, so he told me to buy a whole can of chocolate mousse.

Pororo goes crazy eating chocolate ice cream that is so sweet that the area under both eyes twitches when I eat just one spoonful.

I jaywalked, buttoning up my coat collar to avoid the chilly night wind.

However, the signboard and the lights at the entrance to my brother’s ice cream shop are turned off.

My brother has a sawed-off shotgun hidden behind the counter, and he’s open until 9 p.m., so I wonder what’s going on today.

After going up to India, I quickly lowered my posture as I approached and looked around the store.

What the heck, a gunman is barging into an ice cream shop?

A white guy wearing an Iron Man mask was seen pointing an old-fashioned revolver at Brother Joo-Hwan.

Quickly, I searched my jacket pocket and found that I had left my ‘fucking’ cell phone inside the restaurant.

Oh, shit~.

The surrounding streets are empty of people and cars, typical of Chicago at night.

Claire told me not to cause any trouble, to stay home and make some kimchi fried rice, and to just breathe.

I had no choice but to take out my Glock 27 from my ankle holster.

If I shoot that robber with this, it’s going to be a real headache, I’m already worried.

Should I go back to the restaurant and call 911?

No, but what if my brother gets shot by that robber?

This is fucking sick, really!

Meanwhile, inside the ice cream shop, after Joo-hwan took all the cash, he stood at the showcase and served the ice cream that the robber ordered.

I quickly took off my shoes and headed toward the store entrance with my socked feet.

I walk towards him with my pistol aimed high, my heart pounding like it’s going to burst because of that one rascally-looking gunman, who has been through all kinds of hardships and even aerial combat.

The rotten pororo, the next time I have an ice cream, I’ll shake off the corn in my mouth.

I opened the glass door of the Baskin-Robbins store only about 20 centimeters and squeezed my body into the narrow gap.

After that, I continued to sneak into the store, walking at a duck-like pace.

As I continued to walk, I felt nervous because I thought the robber could hear my heartbeat.

I went into the middle of the store and checked the location of the robber and Brother Joo-hwan standing there through the reflector in the corner of the store.

Phew~.

If you stand up from this position, you can aim your gun at the back of the robber’s head.

three!

two!

Seriously, you shouldn’t think like that here~.

Pororo, just leave this kid alone~.

one!

He shouted, aiming the Glock 27 at the end of the ice cream display section, less than three meters away.

“Don’t move! Don’t move! If you move, I’ll blow your head off! Drop the gun! Drop the gun!”

In a split second, I was about to blow the head off of a white guy wearing an Iron Man mask, but then something ridiculous happened.

bang!

Just as I screamed at the top of my lungs, the robber was startled and fired his pistol into the ceiling of the store.

The robber bastard was so surprised that he fired his revolver and dropped it on the glass shelf of the display case.

And when Hyung Joo-hwan tried to grab it, the damn thing slipped from Hyung’s fingertips and fell toward the ice cream containers under the showcase.

“Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!”

The robber, who was more surprised than my brother and I, raised both hands high and shouted.

bang!

and!

What is this?

This is driving me crazy.

Brother Joo-hwan grabbed the gun and did something, and another bullet was fired, shattering the glass of the ice cream display case and spilling out.

At that time, the robber and I were lying flat on the floor of the store at the same time.

“Don’t shoot! Please don’t shoot!”

The robber kept shouting, and his voice sounded like he was about to burst into tears.

I quickly got up and shouted while raising one hand towards Brother Joo-Hwan.

“Brother, put the gun down. Put the gun down!”

Brother Joo-hwan placed a .38 caliber revolver on both palms and made a face that said he was also dumbfounded.

The long ice cream display case was divided into three sections, and the inner section where my brother was standing had its glass shelves completely shattered.

So, with nowhere to put the revolver, my brother ends up shoving it into a large ice cream container.

Then he asks me with a blank look on his face.

“What’s wrong, Taeshik?”

As I hesitate, not knowing what to say in response, the robber lying on the floor right in front of me looks up at me.

This white chick is crying and lying down right now.

It’s so absurd that I can’t even speak.

As I was aiming my Glock 27 at him and yelling at him to stay still, he started yelling at me like he was going to start a fight.

“Don’t shoot! Please don’t shoot! Please~ don’t~ shoot!”

I point my gun at the guy, take a few deep breaths, and come to my senses.

Phew!

Fucking shit!

I’ve fought Mexican and Colombian cartels, ISIS and Al Qaeda, so why am I so excited about this amateur gun robbery?

I belatedly glanced at Brother Joo-hwan and answered him, who seemed to still be waiting for my answer.

“I came to buy a pint of chocolate mousse, bro.”

Then, my brother points to the ice cream container where he had stuck his revolver with his still shaking finger.

Inside the ice cream container, the black ice cream appeared to be chocolate mousse.

My brother sighed heavily and responded with his lower jaw shaking.

“Instead of chocolate mousse, how about Cherry Jubilee or vanilla?”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * Baca Novel Korean * *
* * * Noblemtl dot com * * *
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

At that unexpected remark, I burst out laughing.

* * *

The police came and arrested the armed robber, and my brother and I gave a brief statement about what happened.

My brother, who pulled the trigger of the revolver in question, said he would take additional statements later in preparation for future compensation issues, and I decided to appear at the local police station tomorrow morning.

Fortunately, I didn’t shoot the robber, so they said they’d only do a formal investigation.

After the chaos, I helped Joo-Hwan clean up the broken glass.

Then, my brother came back to our restaurant with ice cream that he had scooped up in a half-gallon container, the largest size Baskin-Robbins had.

But what was just as surprising as what had just happened to me was that my mom and dad were sound asleep even though two gunshots rang out from the ice cream shop across the street and three police cruisers showed up, causing chaos.

As I was laughing in vain because of that fact, Pororo, who had been waiting in front of the restaurant, came over to me and laughed.

Then the kid points at my Mustang and says something that makes me even angrier.

“You idiot, what the hell did you do to a Mustang, not a Camaro? Did you get a bribe from Chevrolet?”

I said as I threw him a shopping bag full of ice cream.

“If you ask me to buy you ice cream one more time, I’ll send 100 IRS agents to your taekwondo gym and destroy it, Inma. Don’t forget that!”

Pororo heard what I said and laughed like crazy again.

The baby laughs so hard he almost suffocates, then pats my arm and says:

“But you saved Brother Joo-hwan! Consider it a service to the Koreans on Niles Street! If word gets out about this incident, there won’t be any more gun robberies on the streets. Isn’t that right, Agent Jeon Jin?”

After hearing that, I tried to kick Pororo’s butt, but like a Taekwondo expert, he dodged my foot by sneaking to the side.

망할 놈의 새끼.

* * *

While Pororo was boiling Jin Ramen and Shin Ramen one by one in our restaurant’s kitchen, I took out a bottle of Chamisul and sipped it.

I wonder if this guy heard that I was getting married to Claire, because he started giving me all sorts of tips for married life.

After a while, Hyunsoo and I poured glasses of soju together, leaving the pot of ramen in the middle.

Uncharacteristically, I told Pororo about saving Amy’s son in Afghanistan, my fight with a biker gang on the streets of Manhattan, and other major incidents that Hyun-soo had seen on the news in which I had been very active.

When the guy found out about this too late, he got excited and drank his glass one after another.

So, when we had drunk two bottles of Chamisul, two bottles like the first time, and almost finished the high-end tequila called ‘Areño’ that we had snuck from Enzo’s closet, Pororo spoke in a very serious tone.

“Hey, Taeshik. But.”

After I filled Pororo’s glass with tequila and put the bottle away, he continued talking.

“After marrying Claire, I can’t live like this, right?”

“What do you mean? Like this?”

Although I was drunk, my mind was clear, so Pororo’s words sounded unusual.

Pororo holds a glass of tequila and makes a slurping sound for a moment.

Then he just puts down his glass, looks at me intently, and says.

“You can’t live like this, like a dangerous Rambo, even after getting married. Do you want to make Claire a widow?”

At those words, I unconsciously wanted to talk about Claire’s stage-po mind that I had experienced this time.

But at that moment, I didn’t think that this issue was an excuse for Claire’s hypocritical behavior.

The essence of this ‘fucking’ issue was that I was running around like a crazy person and there was no telling when I would do it again.

Pororo emptied his tequila glass only after he saw me listening to him and thinking seriously about what he said.

Then he says, filling his own glass with his own hands.

“You punk! Even listening to your stories now makes me dizzy, so how must Claire have felt watching you all this time? Why would she hate you hanging out with those SWAT pops (old men) after you quit the IRS SWAT?”

“But Claire also served in the military and worked in the dangerous air raid squad, so shouldn’t she understand me?”

When Claire, without realizing it, retorted as if she was being hypocritical, Pororo hit me on the head with a spoon.

Then, he clicks his tongue and says:

“Tae-sik, your father and mother used to brag about you being a scholarship student at the University of Chicago, but that’s all meaningless. You’re just an idiot, an idiot.”

“What are you talking about, you idiot?”

“Stop saying it’s noisy and think about it for a bit, you punk. Taeshik, do your mother and father know that you’ve been doing this kind of thing?”

Pororo’s words made me sound like a dumb person.

Damn it, why does my heart keep pounding at the sound?

While I was wondering about this strange atmosphere that had suddenly come to me, Pororo continued to say things I had never heard before.

“If you want to do this job after getting married, you’re out of your mind, you crazy idiot. Why are you carrying a gun and making a fuss when you’re not like the professional soldiers who have no other way to make a living? Just have a kid. Do you think you can keep living like this? Afghanistan? Why are you going to Afghanistan? Are you an American soldier or a mercenary? Do your parents know? That you fought the Taliban? Would they be happy if they found out?”

After saying that, Pororo leaned back in his chair and tilted his head back.

After sighing a couple of times in that position, he suddenly falls asleep.

From then on, strangely, really strangely, something strange started happening in my head.

Thoughts that I had never thought of before are coming to me one after another.

What the heck are these?

In anticipation of meeting our old men again after such a long time, we all took out some coffee and headed to the Wizard R&R office early.

Beginning early in the morning, passenger planes taking off from nearby Midway International Airport pass over the neighborhood.

Among them, a Boeing 747 passenger plane of Korean Air passed over this street, so I waved my hand from inside my car while waiting at a traffic light.

If I take that plane, will I be able to go to my hometown, Daejeon?

I chuckled as I thought about that vicious thought.

When I arrived at the office, it was still early, but the parking lot was already filled with old men’s cars.

The parking lot is so full of cars I don’t even know, there’s no place to park my fake Bumblebee, and I feel kind of awkward.

“Hey, Kim! Just got back from New York? Did you see any gay performance artists in Soho?”

“Shut up, Soto.”

As soon as you enter the office, a Mexican wildcat greets you.

His grumpy expression makes him look like a Mexican old man, or like Scrooge.

After handing the gentleman the coffee cup, he went into the inner work area carrying two paper trays containing the remaining coffee cups.

Then, Team Leader Decker, Strauss, O’Connor, and Canadian Michael Rooker greet me.

As I greet them, two unfamiliar faces come into view in the corner of the office.

In my experience of meeting all kinds of people, there is an over 80% chance that those two are ‘spooks’.

As I was handing out coffee to the men, soon my eyes caught sight of a digital map on a large monitor that they were all watching.

I was in the jungle of Colombia, and for a moment, a stronger feeling than before came over me.

Surely these old men aren’t trying to raid that place?

Colombia?

‘Fucking’ Colombia?

Is it real?

Read Novel Noblemtl
Read Novel Noblemtl