The Returning Supervillain Raises a Hero

Episode 78. Investigation of Root Curtos

Around the time Nam Man-hyuk was listening to Professor Deckard about volunteer work.

NYPD Inspector, Root Curtos, was staring suspiciously at a sheet of paper.

“Sharen, are you sure about this?”

Root Curtos, who went on a long vacation with his family to commemorate the promotion to lieutenant colonel, found out about the death of Saint Gerb while paying the delayed payment, and called Sharen, who was in charge.

“Yes? Oh, that. I went to and from the FBI while you were away.”

“In addition? I think those babies are in the room. Cock, hey! So what?”

“I made a mistake while developing a weapon in the Vault, so you know and cover it up.”

However, closure of the investigation is strictly the deputy’s authority.

“Tell me to fuck you. Investigate again. I’m going to the vault, Sharen. Your team scraped the death scene. Do not ask the forensics team to cooperate.”

“Yes, write!”

At the commander’s command to scrape away all traces and clues, Sharen was excited and took his team to the police station.

As the FBI moved, Root Curtos headed to the Bolt company after fully armed, considering the possibility that there might be some serious facts behind this case.

After a while. Arriving in front of the huge building in the shape of a globe, Route spoke to the oncoming guard first.

“NYPD Inspector Ruth Curtos, I’m here to see the Director.”

“Please wait a moment.”

The security guard found the grenade launcher in the passenger seat in the car and put his hand on the gun barrel.

smart.

“It’s open, so come in.”

Luden, who had recently been appointed as the head of the department, welcomed the route with Kunhan Molgolo.

“Are you okay?”

“Whoa, Inspector Root Curtos. I don’t have much time, as I have to clean up the bombs that the former director had put up. I’m sorry, but I’d like to be brief.”

When news broke that it was Bolt that killed St Gerb, the former director was fired and Luden was appointed director.

Hearing the notice while jogging in the morning, Luden screamed like crazy whether people looked at him or not.

All the hard work of seducing the director’s wife and digging out the corruption was all in vain.

If I had known that this would be the case, it was only for a moment that I lamented that I would not have met such a woman. He had thought more than ten times that he wanted to kill the former director of the corruption that was revealed during the takeover.

“I understand. Then can you see some of the satellites that killed Saint Gerb with the blasphemy?”

It was Luden, who had a strong feeling as he remembered the times he had been tormented by the police, but he did not reveal it, remembering the weight of the position of director.

“It is not our satellite.”

No matter how much you deny it in the Vault, the evidence abounds. Photos and videos taken by satellites orbiting the same as those who were collecting space junk nearby are still floating around you tube.

“Then where is the satellite?”

“I do not know.”

Root Curtos, who was about to take out his notebook and write down Director Luden’s words, raised his eyes and looked at him.

“Is it difficult to dispose of the bomb left by the former director with only the power of the bolt?”

Root asked if he had decided to seek help from the FBI.

“It makes me feel good to have it removed quickly from my eyes in any way.”

Luden replied that you were right, so stop it.

“So you’re saying you’re going to cover up the sins you don’t have?”

“If you need.”

Root decided that Luden had benefited from the death of Saint Gerb and was about to get up.

“I will ask you one thing. Are there really no guessing satellites?”

Luden, who was about to answer no, put the name in his mouth, which was similar to Bolt’s wealth, with the whim of the moment.

“Flashing.”

“Flashing?”

It was Luden who wanted to talk, but it was already spilled water, so I passed on information about flashing to the captain.

The first observation was six and a half years ago, and that a beam was fired on a mountain within the Seoul Hero Academy in South Korea, and that the mercenaries with submersibles after eating their own money got sick, so after researching this and that, the mountain became someone’s private land.

While trying to write the word mercenary in his notebook, Root glanced at Luden, who was not hesitant to give out information that could become his own.

“Are you okay? Even if you say something like this.”

“Yeah, it was just a request for an investigation.”

Luden still knew that he had commissioned an investigation, not a kidnapping.

“It’s also illegal, but I get it anyway. Thank you for your cooperation.”

Luden, who was tired and didn’t want to make any more mistakes, turned his eyes to the computer monitor without receiving his greeting.

* * *

One nursery.

“America police?”

Tuk Curtos paid tribute to a devoted person by holding a brown fedora over his head.

He visited the academy as soon as he arrived in Korea, but was frustrated by the wall of vacation.

Since there was no way for them to provide information support from their home country as long as they went against the will of the FBI, she was thinking about whether to hire a local detective.

When I put the name ‘Nam Man-hyuk’, the owner of Yasan, into your tube as a joke, a channel called ‘Hana Nursery TV’ came out and ran straight away.

“Yes, I’m here to thank Manhyuk for solving the case under my jurisdiction.”

It was an awkward excuse for Root Curtos, who is not good at lying, but So-min, who considers Man-hyuk like a child, sincerely accepted his words.

“Come on in. Guys! guests have come Come out and say hello.”

Taeyang, who was riding on the treadmill that he bought by beating his brother, jumps out first and takes a closer look at Root Curtos, standing in front of Somin.

“The white gift?”

“No, Man-hyuk came to see me.”

“sister. People who suddenly came without contact should not be brought into the house.”

Since Nam Man-hyuk started getting on the news, this kind of person often visited the orphanage. Most of them were reporters, and sometimes ordinary people or heroes came and donated.

“Write, Taeyang Kim.”

“… okay. sorry.”

“it’s okay. But Man-hyuk doesn’t seem to exist here either.”

“yes. He said he was going to volunteer abroad. We don’t even know where it is. Oh, if it’s Mr. Grace, you might know. Wait.”

“Call Melong noona? I will go.”

Taeyang, who wanted to avoid his seat before getting even more scolded, quickly ran to the guest room and knocked on the door.

“Melong noona and Somin noona are looking for you!”

“Are you my sister? And I am a melon. Taeyang Kim.”

When Grace, who said “sister” in Korean, came out of the room, Root Curtos inquired about Nam Man-hyuk in detail.

“Looks? He’s not handsome, but he’s decent. Oh, this picture came out ugly because of the weird angle. By looking at his personality, you can tell that he is a good person. The characteristic is the ability to embody the beach.”

At the unexpected description of Grace Melon, Root scratched his head with the back of the pen and asked a question.

“Have you ever talked about satellites before?”

Grace recalled an artificial intelligence named ‘Ritchet’ that had helped her in the past headlight incident.

It is not certain whether the AI is a satellite or not, but it can be guessed that it is a highly technologically intensive entity.

However, she shook her head because Root Curtos’s question was gradually becoming more and more like an interrogation.

“A satellite? I don’t know. He didn’t seem interested in that. But why are you asking?”

“A man was killed by the rays of the satellite.”

Grace shook her head even more when Ruth, who had confirmed the outline of the incident through Sharen’s report, which arrived this morning, answered with a smile.

“Never a kid who kills people.”

“Well, I see.”

The clue is broken. When Root drools and tries to leave the nursery. Grace Mellon let out a sigh as if she remembered something and grabbed him.

“Ah, do you know what the Dark Nexus is?”

“It’s a clever group that promotes armed forces and deals with the government by getting rid of all the big gangs in Mexico.”

“Oh, was it? that. In my opinion, if it’s a technology that floats a ship of that size over fog, the satellite beam you’re talking about? Would it be possible?”

“Thanks for your comments.”

Root Curtos, thinking that there was no more harvest, handed Somin an envelope containing a small amount of dollars for the children. And the moment you close the door to the orphanage and come out.

Boom—

Someone’s fist fell on Root’s face and fell to the side. Still, the route where he did not have the sense of working in the front line of the field was quickly struck and stood up and looked at the attacker.

“You guys… .”

A man with skinhead piercings all over his body pulls out a knife from his waist and smiles.

“I know?”

“I do not know. Do you have any grudges on me?”

“It is, it is. There are over a thousand prisoners you put in. My name is Galang.”

“Gallan. I remember. Rape and murder of women and arson. It must have been 79 years old. How did you get out already?”

“Break the wall and escape. why? don’t believe it don’t worry. You’ll soon find out how I got out.”

As Galang rushed in with his sword, Root reflexively pulled out his gun. No, that’s what I was trying to do.

‘Shit.’

It was a mistake to leave the gun in the car to go to the orphanage. It was too late to avoid. I’m thinking of giving up my hand and buying time.

rumble.

The door to the orphanage opened.

“Go in!”

A route where Galang rushes out to a blonde girl who comes out to avoid trying to target a child at the nursery school.

However, the situation ended when Grace grabbed Galang’s hand holding the knife, to no avail.

“Ouch! Uh, why is my endurance!”

Name, Galang. Age, 39 years old. characteristics, durability. He recently re-awakened and his durability was greatly enhanced to break the walls of the prison, but he lost his potential due to his old age and neglect of training.

Grace Melon grabs a fist and rises endlessly into buoyancy. When he reached the stratosphere, he trembled and fainted.

“Are you okay?”

“phew. I lived thanks to you. hero.”

Grace Melon turns to the word “hero” and smiles with her mouth covered.

Root Curtos, who looked down at the dark-skinned Galang with his beard and ice on his face, wiped away the goosebumps on his arm, and realized once again how strong the heroes are.

After that, Somin saw it on CCTV and reported it, and the Korean police arrived. When Root revealed his identity by handing over the body cam he was wearing all the time, he wrote an abbreviated form and took Galang to a prison dedicated to the special.

after. Root Curtos stayed in Korea for an additional week to investigate, but could not find any evidence that Nam Man-hyuk was manipulating Flashing.

On the other hand, I found out about the Dark Nexus the blonde girl was talking about. There were quite a few allegations, so the investigation was changed.

“Villains tend to kill relentlessly. The ghost ship’s bombardment is a beam. and.”

The commonality that appears in videos of Dark Nexus on YouTube.

“The habit of looking at this sky.”

It was a habit that even Nam Man-hyuk was not aware of.

* * *

Etch!

“I see who is cursing Man-hyuk.”

“Is it possible? Who would insult someone who tries not to be hated by others like me?”

Marilyn and Kate’s eyes turn to the people in front of me in bondage.

Without a single exception, those who stare at me with blood in their eyes.

The next day after processing the exdust. The terrorists who followed him came.

At that time, he used all means to subdue and kill. The result is these chained together like sausages.

“Do you think so too?”