p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Chikka Chikka Chikka./span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Bang Bang Bang./span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Dragon Motors, once a content, unexciting motor company, now echoed with a disturbing choir, a horrific blend of screams, the crack of heavy clubs colliding with scrawny bones, bullets screaming as they escape the confinements of their cold, metal barrels to burry themselves into the warm skulls of rioting strikers, and the deafening screeching of police helicopters circling the chaotic scene, each sound moulding together and resonating across the night./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Strikers scramble across the ground like cockroaches as the night's heavy downpour beats their bleeding, motionless coworkers, washing their wounds out of pity and drumming on every surface, attempting to motivate the living./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Hwang In-ho enters the scene with a mask of pure horror instantly plastered onto his dripping face, already splashed with speckles of blood from surrounding fights. He joined the police to be true, to be just, to protect the less fortunate, ending discrimination to make everyone equal and make the world a perfect place once more. Realization collides with him like a bullet wedging into his shoulder as he realizes this world is as realistic as a child's imagination./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;""What are you doing, you fool!", In-ho's chief bellows as he beats the face of an unconscious striker, coating his club in thick, red liquid that shimmers in the moonlight, "Do you want to be shipped back to military? Then get fucking involved!"./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Blinking, and attempting to steady his shaking hands, In-ho scans his surroundings, spotting his closest friend in the police force, Seo-Joon, through the pouring rain and overwhelming darkness, as he battled with two strikers./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Ignoring the thoughts that, this scene, men in uniforms, sweat and blood sprayed across their dripping faces as the rain pounds on their skulls, dripping down their backs and onto their hands as they beat the life out of scrawny, powerless young men, is the rawest portrayal of humanity, In-ho grasped his own smooth club of icy, tempered steel and let thoughts, excuses, overtake his mind as he sprinted towards his coworker./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Serve those higher up, those who actually contribute to the economy./span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"They matter most, they make my life, my family's life, better./span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"What will these sad, skinny men ever do, except drink and smoke and litter our streets?/span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Seo-joon struggles with the two men, each with dripping, messy long hair, tattered clothing and, despite their weak bodies, determination in their heavy eyes that reveals to their strong minds clearly as two blood-shot windows. Their bony fingers are curled around rusting, metal bars./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;""In-ho!", Seo-joon shouts over the downpour, bullets and echoing screeches, "your pistol! Pull out your pistol!"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Both workers instantly snap their necks towards In-ho, their resolve washing away like dark blood in the rain, allowing for fear to enter their bodies. Still, they stand their ground./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"One worker steps forward, lowering his bar./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;""I've worked here for 16 years. My wife is 9 months pregnant", the striker yells, "We deserve better than this!"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"The yelling attracts more cops, who, satisfied with the bloody, silent pulps they've created, sprint towards the two men, whose faces contort in desperation and fear. The worker that shouted steps back, wide-eyed and sheepish for drawing the unwanted attention. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"The second worker runs forward, brandishing his bar and swinging it towards Seo-Joon. In-ho stands frozen as the dripping metal collides with Sea-joon's face, transforming his nose into a contortionist and sending a fountain of blood, black in the darkness, down his crushed face./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"In-ho screams in anger, letting muscle memory control his mind as he grabs his pistol, clicks off the safety and brings the barrel into his line of sight. Raindrops bounce off the dark, icy metal, coating it in tiny, shining circles that quickly escape from the evil instrument, running off its sides and pooling like blood on the floor./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"As his finger jumps to the trigger, an image overtakes In-ho's mind, battling and defeating his muscle memory and grit. An image of Jun-ho. A 6 year old boy curiously engaging in one of his common interrogations./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Why did you wanna be a cop, In-ho?/span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Well, this town is overcome with corrupt people, bad people that value the lives and freedoms of the wealthy over the poor. I want to change that. I want to finally make society… fair./span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Fair? How?/span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"You know when you play with Sang-hyuk, and Jin-woo? You wouldn't like it if they decided they could make the rules for the game, so they can easily get by, and you'll lose. You want the game to be fair, right? /span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Yeah./span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Well, I want to make life fair, too. For everyone./span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"One person can do that?/span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"If they're determined enough, yeah./span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Sick! I wanna be a cop, too. I'll shoot the bad guys to find out all their secrets… so everyone can win the game, and feel like they own the world! I bet people would be a lot happier if they always won their game. I'm always way happier after I win./span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"I'm sure you are. Just remember, if you become a cop, listen to your head and your heart. /span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"What else could I listen to, In-ho?/span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Your corrupt, rich boss, that takes bribes and smokes and gambles. Never listen to those people./span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"The memory feels like a blow to the stomach, an epiphany of shame and realization. Jun-ho would be disappointed if he saw the older brother he looked up to in this moment./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"In-ho slowly relaxed his grip, loosening his fingers and letting his pistol fall. He saw it in his mind, the weapon tumbling towards the ground in slow motion, before he heard the emthud/em, emsplash /emand emscrape /emof it colliding with the puddled, concrete ground. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"The strikers eye the pistol, righteously suspicious, untrusting. In-ho began to slowly lift his arms, ready to offer a truce with the young workers, until a small, speeding metal cylinder wizzes past his head, brushing In-ho's ear before burying itself into the second worker's skull, exposing white bone and squirting blood-soaked matter out of the wound, coating the first striker's face from behind. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Then, time begins to play in fast-forward./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Officers lunge at the living worker, throwing him against the ground and each roughly pressing pistols against his quivering, blood-soaked body./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"The source of the bullet, the chief, harshly slams the barrel of his gun into In-ho's temple./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"A feeling briefly overtakes his mind, a strange sensation that he is floating to the moon, playing with the stars, before the chief grabs him by the collar and screams in his blood-splattered face, adding an additional coating of saliva and cigarette breath./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;""What the fuck is wrong with you!", he screams, "That man was beating your colleague's face in with a metal bar, and you emdrop your gun? /emDo you have a emmental illness?"/em/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"In-ho finally returns from his flight to the moon, his thoughts quickly arranging themselves to form their own, his own, opinion. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;""That man had no choice", In-ho deadpans, "we started the attack first, they were…trying to defend themselves. Why must be carry out the orders of their bosses when their actions were legal?"./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"The chief grabs In-ho by the shoulders and slams his spine into an icy, concrete wall, bringing his face close enough for In-ho to see the plaque on his yellow teeth./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;""Listen here, you little shit. You know what type of person you are? To check whether something is emshit/em, or soy bean paste, you'd have to try it to know the difference", he hissed, letting out a single guffaw. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;""You want to know why we carry out the choices of the bosses? Because they're the ones with the Won. Not these emscum /emthat would give us nothing in return for saving their insignificant asses"./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"The chief's face inched closer to In-ho's as he spat his last words onto the stony-faced cop's drenched, blood speckled face./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;""So, are you going to prioritize the lives of the little children that run around, playing their games and waving their signs, or are you going to prioritize the lives of the emimportan/emt people in society; the ones with the money?"./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"In-ho meets the eyes of his chief, maintaining his composure as he spits his last words./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;""Of course, I'll always meet the needs of the VIP's. What could make our emgames /emmore fucking fair than that?"./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Bang Bang Bang./span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Dragon Motors, once a content, unexciting motor company, now echoed with a disturbing choir, a horrific blend of screams, the crack of heavy clubs colliding with scrawny bones, bullets screaming as they escape the confinements of their cold, metal barrels to burry themselves into the warm skulls of rioting strikers, and the deafening screeching of police helicopters circling the chaotic scene, each sound moulding together and resonating across the night./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Strikers scramble across the ground like cockroaches as the night's heavy downpour beats their bleeding, motionless coworkers, washing their wounds out of pity and drumming on every surface, attempting to motivate the living./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Hwang In-ho enters the scene with a mask of pure horror instantly plastered onto his dripping face, already splashed with speckles of blood from surrounding fights. He joined the police to be true, to be just, to protect the less fortunate, ending discrimination to make everyone equal and make the world a perfect place once more. Realization collides with him like a bullet wedging into his shoulder as he realizes this world is as realistic as a child's imagination./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;""What are you doing, you fool!", In-ho's chief bellows as he beats the face of an unconscious striker, coating his club in thick, red liquid that shimmers in the moonlight, "Do you want to be shipped back to military? Then get fucking involved!"./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Blinking, and attempting to steady his shaking hands, In-ho scans his surroundings, spotting his closest friend in the police force, Seo-Joon, through the pouring rain and overwhelming darkness, as he battled with two strikers./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Ignoring the thoughts that, this scene, men in uniforms, sweat and blood sprayed across their dripping faces as the rain pounds on their skulls, dripping down their backs and onto their hands as they beat the life out of scrawny, powerless young men, is the rawest portrayal of humanity, In-ho grasped his own smooth club of icy, tempered steel and let thoughts, excuses, overtake his mind as he sprinted towards his coworker./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Serve those higher up, those who actually contribute to the economy./span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"They matter most, they make my life, my family's life, better./span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"What will these sad, skinny men ever do, except drink and smoke and litter our streets?/span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Seo-joon struggles with the two men, each with dripping, messy long hair, tattered clothing and, despite their weak bodies, determination in their heavy eyes that reveals to their strong minds clearly as two blood-shot windows. Their bony fingers are curled around rusting, metal bars./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;""In-ho!", Seo-joon shouts over the downpour, bullets and echoing screeches, "your pistol! Pull out your pistol!"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Both workers instantly snap their necks towards In-ho, their resolve washing away like dark blood in the rain, allowing for fear to enter their bodies. Still, they stand their ground./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"One worker steps forward, lowering his bar./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;""I've worked here for 16 years. My wife is 9 months pregnant", the striker yells, "We deserve better than this!"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"The yelling attracts more cops, who, satisfied with the bloody, silent pulps they've created, sprint towards the two men, whose faces contort in desperation and fear. The worker that shouted steps back, wide-eyed and sheepish for drawing the unwanted attention. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"The second worker runs forward, brandishing his bar and swinging it towards Seo-Joon. In-ho stands frozen as the dripping metal collides with Sea-joon's face, transforming his nose into a contortionist and sending a fountain of blood, black in the darkness, down his crushed face./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"In-ho screams in anger, letting muscle memory control his mind as he grabs his pistol, clicks off the safety and brings the barrel into his line of sight. Raindrops bounce off the dark, icy metal, coating it in tiny, shining circles that quickly escape from the evil instrument, running off its sides and pooling like blood on the floor./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"As his finger jumps to the trigger, an image overtakes In-ho's mind, battling and defeating his muscle memory and grit. An image of Jun-ho. A 6 year old boy curiously engaging in one of his common interrogations./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Why did you wanna be a cop, In-ho?/span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Well, this town is overcome with corrupt people, bad people that value the lives and freedoms of the wealthy over the poor. I want to change that. I want to finally make society… fair./span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Fair? How?/span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"You know when you play with Sang-hyuk, and Jin-woo? You wouldn't like it if they decided they could make the rules for the game, so they can easily get by, and you'll lose. You want the game to be fair, right? /span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Yeah./span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Well, I want to make life fair, too. For everyone./span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"One person can do that?/span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"If they're determined enough, yeah./span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Sick! I wanna be a cop, too. I'll shoot the bad guys to find out all their secrets… so everyone can win the game, and feel like they own the world! I bet people would be a lot happier if they always won their game. I'm always way happier after I win./span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"I'm sure you are. Just remember, if you become a cop, listen to your head and your heart. /span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"What else could I listen to, In-ho?/span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Your corrupt, rich boss, that takes bribes and smokes and gambles. Never listen to those people./span/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"The memory feels like a blow to the stomach, an epiphany of shame and realization. Jun-ho would be disappointed if he saw the older brother he looked up to in this moment./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"In-ho slowly relaxed his grip, loosening his fingers and letting his pistol fall. He saw it in his mind, the weapon tumbling towards the ground in slow motion, before he heard the emthud/em, emsplash /emand emscrape /emof it colliding with the puddled, concrete ground. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"The strikers eye the pistol, righteously suspicious, untrusting. In-ho began to slowly lift his arms, ready to offer a truce with the young workers, until a small, speeding metal cylinder wizzes past his head, brushing In-ho's ear before burying itself into the second worker's skull, exposing white bone and squirting blood-soaked matter out of the wound, coating the first striker's face from behind. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Then, time begins to play in fast-forward./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"Officers lunge at the living worker, throwing him against the ground and each roughly pressing pistols against his quivering, blood-soaked body./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"The source of the bullet, the chief, harshly slams the barrel of his gun into In-ho's temple./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"A feeling briefly overtakes his mind, a strange sensation that he is floating to the moon, playing with the stars, before the chief grabs him by the collar and screams in his blood-splattered face, adding an additional coating of saliva and cigarette breath./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;""What the fuck is wrong with you!", he screams, "That man was beating your colleague's face in with a metal bar, and you emdrop your gun? /emDo you have a emmental illness?"/em/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"In-ho finally returns from his flight to the moon, his thoughts quickly arranging themselves to form their own, his own, opinion. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;""That man had no choice", In-ho deadpans, "we started the attack first, they were…trying to defend themselves. Why must be carry out the orders of their bosses when their actions were legal?"./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"The chief grabs In-ho by the shoulders and slams his spine into an icy, concrete wall, bringing his face close enough for In-ho to see the plaque on his yellow teeth./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;""Listen here, you little shit. You know what type of person you are? To check whether something is emshit/em, or soy bean paste, you'd have to try it to know the difference", he hissed, letting out a single guffaw. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;""You want to know why we carry out the choices of the bosses? Because they're the ones with the Won. Not these emscum /emthat would give us nothing in return for saving their insignificant asses"./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"The chief's face inched closer to In-ho's as he spat his last words onto the stony-faced cop's drenched, blood speckled face./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;""So, are you going to prioritize the lives of the little children that run around, playing their games and waving their signs, or are you going to prioritize the lives of the emimportan/emt people in society; the ones with the money?"./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;"In-ho meets the eyes of his chief, maintaining his composure as he spits his last words./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI',sans-serif;""Of course, I'll always meet the needs of the VIP's. What could make our emgames /emmore fucking fair than that?"./span/p