Chapter 47
Chapter 47
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Gun Fist Way
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The detective said cautiously.
"We know you fired a lot of shots at the scene, Doctor..."
Na Gang-in asked back.
"I took the enemies' guns to save people in danger and fired a few rounds. Does that make it a crime?"
The detective waved his hands frantically.
"Oh, come on. Of course not. Who would dare say you did anything wrong?"
If there had been mass casualties in that building today, not only the local precinct but even the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency would have seen people getting stripped of their badges.
But the only injuries were one security guard who passed out from drugs and one foreigner shot in the arm. And that gunshot wound wasn't even severe.
The police response had been swift too. The first officers on scene had immediately cordoned off the building, with backup forces arriving steadily afterward.
What could have been a career-ending disaster for several people had turned in an instant into a commendation bonanza.
So the police were favorably disposed toward Na Gang-in.
"You did fire shots, but no one died."
If Na Gang-in had killed a few enemies in the fight, things would get complicated. Even if the police wanted to let it slide, they couldn't.
So Na Gang-in had captured all the enemies alive.
Some had a few bullets lodged in them, others had been outright pummeled, but none had life-threatening injuries.
The detective asked.
"You're so incredible, I had to ask out of curiosity. We heard you're a martial arts choreographer for movies, but according to eyewitness accounts, you were flying around out there today."
"I didn't fly."
"How on earth do you have such abilities? From what I heard, you're not even ex-special forces..."
Na Gang-in selected the last one that Jeon Ji-in had added from the five options.
"There was about two years when I was out of the public eye."
The police had already investigated that. But they hadn't figured out what Na Gang-in had been doing. There were no records of phone use or credit card transactions during that period.
Na Gang-in said.
"I trained in the mountains then."
"Pardon?"
Jeon Ji-in's suggested story ended there. Na Gang-in had to make up the rest.
"I trained in martial arts. I remember sitting under a waterfall all day. The water there was crystal clear."
The detective looked flustered.
"S-So you went into the mountains to train in martial arts? For the last two years?"
"That's right. I wandered the Taebaek Mountains training. Occasionally dug up wild ginseng to eat."
"Wait, what about the guns? You shot pistols like a pro. You served in an administrative unit, so you barely would have touched a pistol."
Lies started flowing smoothly once he got going.
"The martial art I created through enlightenment involves shooting guns too."
"Pardon?"
"It's called Gun Fist Way."
"G-Gun Fist Way?"
"I practiced a ton with BB guns, and when I tried it with real ones today, it worked. Is this the power of talent?"
"Pardon?"
The people trapped in the building were victims, not perpetrators. The police couldn't keep holding them indefinitely.
After thorough ID checks, the police released everyone.
As they sent them off, the police asked them not to talk about what happened, since the case was under investigation.
Everyone at the scene agreed.
But with so many eyewitnesses, not everyone would honor the police request.
Eyewitness accounts started popping up online.
People rescued from the 2nd floor and 7th floor even argued over whose scene was more epic.
Surgeon Kim Jung-seok reported to Section Chief Lee Jeong-ho after finishing another patient's surgery.
"Chief. About the guy who did that emergency surgery."
"We get tons of emergencies. Which one?"
"The sewing machine suturing. Like a sewing machine."
Lee Jeong-ho's eyes sharpened instantly.
"Why him?"
"I think we can track him down."
Lee Jeong-ho glanced around quickly before asking quietly.
"Name?"
"Don't know that far yet."
"You said we can find him?"
"While you were in surgery, a gunshot victim came into our hospital."
"Gunshot?"
"Yeah. Shot in the arm, but someone at the scene stitched it up to stop the bleeding. And it was exactly that same suturing technique."
Lee Jeong-ho got excited.
"Our department's patient? Where is he?"
"That's the thing. He got basic treatment here and then transferred to another hospital."
"What? Why let the patient go! You should've held him!"
"He wanted a hospital that wouldn't leave scars... American, no way to stop him."
"Sigh. What a lead to lose..."
The chief clutched his head, thought for a moment, then said.
"Fine. The point isn't the patient who left—it's who did it. Did you ask the police?"
"I did. But they don't know."
"What? If the police don't know, who does?"
The police investigated Na Gang-in politely and courteously before releasing him.
But that didn't mean they were done investigating him.
A supplemental investigation request went to the precinct covering Na Gang-in's registered address.
The detective team leader handed a sealed envelope to Detective Park Ki-jeong.
"Hey. Joint Task Force wants just one guy for the investigation. I haven't seen what's inside. Just you."
Park Ki-jeong grumbled.
"Aw, man. Making me do all the work solo. That's too much."
"Hey, I trust you the most, that's why."
"Please don't trust me so much."
The team leader hadn't seen the documents. But he knew who they were about.
"I saw the stories online about that guy who went wild in the building. How does one person do all that? Joint Task Force probably doesn't believe it either, so they're investigating."
Detective Park Ki-jeong pulled out the papers, read them, and nodded along.
"Suspecting's our job."
The team leader asked casually.
"What's it say?"
"You can't see it either, right?"
"That's why I'm asking you."
Park Ki-jeong chuckled.
"You know 'Sunny Day'?"
"Yeah."
"Says he's the martial arts choreographer who handled the action in that movie."
"No kidding? My daughter said the action in that was insane. Not your average guy."
Park Ki-jeong thought of a legit way to slack off.
"Oh! Team leader, I gotta go see that movie."
"Hey, when do you have time for movies?"
"For the investigation. On work hours, fair and square... Huh?"
"What? Something pop up?"
Park Ki-jeong tilted his head at the papers.
"Team leader. We know this guy."
The team leader's face hardened.
"Criminal record?"
"No. Remember that arson-murder case? The guy who tightrope-walked between buildings carrying someone to rescue them."
"Yeah. He even sketched the perp's face for us. Helped us catch that arson bastard and boost our record."
Park Ki-jeong looked up at the team leader.
"The guy in these papers is the one who drew that sketch."
The team leader was shocked.
"What? Really the artist?"
"Papers make it clear. It's him."
The team leader was impressed.
"Wow. Makes sense he'd pull that off. I knew he wasn't ordinary when he tightrope-walked carrying someone."
Park Ki-jeong put the papers back in the envelope and asked.
"Should I summarize what I know and report?"
"Yeah. Send it quick and brag about our fast work. And hey."
The team leader lowered his voice.
"Keep this just between us here. That guy's a civilian who caught terrorists. If his info leaks from us and something bad happens, it's on us."
"Just be careful, team leader. My lips are sealed."
"Detective Park. Everything else about you is fine, but that mouth that never shuts up is the problem."
A flustered voice rang out in the Joint Investigation Headquarters meeting room.
"A chef? That make any sense?"
"Not a regular restaurant chef—he does food trucks, sells food at PC bangs too..."
"That makes even less sense!"
The Joint Task Force's targets were international mercenary Jackal and his crew, plus the 7th-floor building takeover, their backers, and background.
Strictly speaking, Na Gang-in—who'd rescued everyone—wasn't a prime suspect.
But they couldn't ignore him. He'd solved the whole incident single-handedly.
Instead of direct questioning, the Task Force requested background checks from other agencies, including Na Gang-in's local precinct.
Detective Park Ki-jeong's report had some plausible stuff.
"He tightrope-walked between burning buildings carrying someone once."
"I saw that video online. He's shown crazy skills before."
But other parts were way off their expectations. Hence the shock.
"What chef shoots guns like that?"
A Ministry of the Interior official looked at the papers.
"He drove a food truck briefly for that movie, still sells food at PC bangs sometimes, so chef isn't totally off..."
"No way. PC bang cook? That's just part-time kitchen help. Where's he handling guns there?"
"Maybe he was always good with guns."
The Joint Task Force leader asked.
"Military record confirmed properly? Administrative unit's obviously a cover. Which special forces was he really from?"
The military investigator replied.
"I checked even classified units assuming special forces, but no. He really did his service in admin support and discharged as sergeant."
"Maybe thorough paperwork cover?"
"Confirmed directly with his unit commander back then. Showed photos—definitely him."
"Unbelievable. Where'd he learn to shoot like that?"
"Excellent marksmanship at training camp, but zero records during unit service. Unit was too busy for range time."
The leader pressed.
"So the army used a combat specialist as an admin clerk? Someone who could solo an armed commando squad? Why?!"
"Well... no excuse."
A police executive pulled out another file.
"We have something that might explain."
"Out with it."
"Na Gang-in has zero official activity for the last two years. Then suddenly shows up in Seoul recently."
"And?"
"He said he spent those two years training martial arts in the mountains."
The leader asked.
"Uh... like meditating under a waterfall?"
"Yes. Waterfalls too."
"You're treating jokes like facts?"
"What else explains it? Trained in the mountains, so he can run up walls and fly down hallways."
"Then why's he a crack shot?"
"He invented Gun Fist Way himself—a martial art using fists and guns."
"You're killing me. And you bought that?"
"Not that I believe it—he said it."
The leader pressed.
"What about the explosives disarming? Precisely neutralized just the detonators. Learned that under a waterfall too?"
"Uh, didn't ask... Maybe from the internet?"
"Are you joking right now?!"