“Goddamn it, what the hell is going on here?” Lieutenant Cha In-Cheol of Korea's National Police Agency swore loudly, “Hey, can't you go faster?”

“But, Lieutenant, you can see how bad the traffic is, can't you?”

“F*cking hell. We're blaring our siren like crazy, so shouldn't they move out of the way already?! Motherf*ckers, should I just arrest the whole lot of them?!”

Lieutenant Cha In-Cheol wouldn't usually get this angry at the other road users refusing to move out of his squad car's way. However, he was furious enough to hurl expletives nonstop as if he would yank out his pistol at any second now. There was no helping it.

“F*cking hell! A serial killer, in this day and age?! We ain't even back in the 80s, so what the f*ck, man?!”

Cha In-Cheol's junior partner driving the car, Gu Yeong-Don, really wanted to trip his senior up by retorting, "What's era got to do with murders, sir?" but he wisely abstained, knowing that one misplaced word here could get him a fist to his face. That was how scary Cha In-Cheol's fury was.

“Hey, I told you to step on it, didn't I? You moron!”

“Ah, yes, sir!” Gu Yeong-Don hurriedly stomped on the accelerator when a gap in the traffic presented itself.

The car shot forward like a bullet, but Cha In-Cheol was still gritting his teeth. “I don't know which motherf*cker is responsible, but I'm gonna rip you apart when I catch you...!”

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The crime scene was more or less organized by the time Cha In-Cheol arrived....