I Became a Police Officer in a Superhero Genre

It’s time to make a choice.
Should I call the police and get fucked along with some unnamed police officers?

Or should I embrace the bomb in front of me and explode like soldiers who sacrifice their lives by hugging grenades to protect others?

Standing at this crossroads of choice, I didn’t know what decision I should make.
I think I should do what needs to be done as long as I’m wearing the uniform. But it’s fucking scary to go alone hugging a bomb like some war hero.

“Sob, sniff…”

As I swallowed dry saliva and pondered, the crazy bitch shed tears as if sorrowful, whether pretending to cry or not.

It was clearly a beautiful woman’s tears, but to me that crying gave the feeling of encountering a monster in a horror game that lures players with crying sounds and then rips their heads off when they approach.

Seeing that appearance, I sensed it. If I call the police, that bitch might kill them all.

Until just now I had been shivering from the cold, but seeing what was in front of me, cold sweat streamed down my whole body in the winter and my heart trembled.

What should I do about this? I thought about running away home, but turning your back and fleeing in front of a giant predator is a stupid thing to do.

Think. I need to think. A way to escape from here!

But there is no way?
Cold sweat from fear flows down my jawline and drips to the ground. As I chew my lip anxiously, I taste blood in my mouth.

I feel like it would be easier if I just fainted and passed out, but unfortunately my mind doesn’t seem to be that weak.

What should I do? As I pondered for tens of seconds while looking into her eyes intertwined with fear and terror [this was the most frightening] between Sai’s long bangs.

I decided to swallow my fear and steel my resolve.

“…Do you need help?”

I took one step closer to Sai.

I don’t know what plan this crazy bitch has made to appear before me.

The fact that she appeared at this time, exactly in front of my house, means she has some purpose for me.

And appearing and acting like this is an unspoken threat that she’ll do something bad if I don’t play along.

She was truly a vicious woman. To try to confirm if I remember her in this way.

It’s dangerous to pretend I know and ignore her, and it’s also dangerous to pretend I don’t know and play along. This meticulousness forcing a choice made me shudder.
For me to survive here-.

“Wait a moment. I’ll call the police. Someone will come to help.”

“……”

At my words, Sai slowly nodded. It was an action reminiscent of a frightened small animal, but I know a person’s body can be shattered to pieces just by that light motion.

I can’t let my guard down against the woman in front of me, who is about hundreds of times more dangerous than the two bears I met in the junkyard basement before.

“Um… Do you perhaps know me?”

Just as I was about to turn on my phone and call 112 while being wary like that. Sai asked.

Did she read my thoughts since we were making eye contact? I was slow to react as I thought about how to respond to the sudden question.

In that brief moment. Sai hurriedly approached me. Even as she tripped over garbage and fell, even as she rolled on the ground and got scratched on her arm, she came and grabbed my arm without caring.

“Pl-please, I beg you. Who am I? You know, don’t you…? Please tell me. I’m so scared… When I opened my eyes… I can’t remember anything, I’m so cold and hungry… Please help me…”

She grabbed my arm and collapsed, wailing and begging for help.

Seeing that behavior, I thought maybe the woman in front of me wasn’t Sai but simply someone who resembled Sai, but I shook my head hard to shake off that thought.

I shouldn’t think of this psycho by normal people’s standards. She’s surely planning to stab me in the back or something after making me think like this.

Thinking that, I carefully removed her arm and was about to call the police- call… c…

“She passed out…?”

Sai fainted while crying. I was shocked to see her motionless, still holding onto my arm.

She was still breathing, and externally her injuries were – some scrapes and bruises visible, but judging from the locations and swelling, they were wounds from falling or rolling.

A bitch who wouldn’t get hurt just from falling, doing this act? What is this crazy bitch really thinking?

Let’s change our thinking. If I call the police now, those poor people will all die together.

Doing this ridiculous act means she’s threatening to kill everyone if I don’t act as she wants, whether I remember or not.

Otherwise there’s no way she would act like this.

I laughed weakly as I looked up at the starless night sky. I was happy to have escaped the special investigation team, but is this how it goes in less than a week?

The heavens are truly indifferent. No, in this case, should I say they gave hope and then took it away like taking away a toy?

I picked up Sai who was grabbing my arm and headed home.

At the very least, as long as I’m wearing the uniform, I can’t let innocent citizens get involved.

They say the National Cemetery gets such nice sunlight. But can you enter the National Cemetery if you die while suspended?

I moved with heavy steps, carrying Sai, as if a death row inmate mounting the execution platform.

How do you think you’d feel if you were locked in the same cage with a giant beast?

With a monster about 10 meters long that could kill you as easily as squashing a mosquito sleeping in front of you. And you’re trembling in the corner, hoping that monster doesn’t wake up.

How would I feel, fuck. I’d be fucking terrified.

I said a 10-meter giant monster, but what’s in front of me is a beautiful woman in appearance. A beauty that would make even TV celebrities pale in comparison once you see her.

But thinking of the dangerousness and madness that contrasts with that appearance, I didn’t focus on her looks. I was only afraid of when she would stop pretending to sleep.

Time kept passing. As I saw the sky outside the window faintly turning blue, I took a deep breath for the first time.

How many hours had passed since I threw her into the room, watching to see when that crazy Sai bitch would stop pretending to be unconscious?

At first, I trembled in fear, not knowing when this woman would stop pretending to sleep and try to deal with me.

But as if mocking me for being so tense I couldn’t even breathe properly, she truly fell into a deep sleep and didn’t wake up.

My mind, which had been in a panic from fear and terror, slowly regained reason. Only then could I get time to ponder what she was plotting.

What is her purpose? Confirmation? Is she trying to kill me directly? No, it’s neither. No matter how crazy she is, there’s no way she’d do this nonsense for just such reasons.

Then what’s her purpose? Sai cried that she couldn’t remember anything, but is there any benefit to pretending to lose her memory and approaching me?

Was there at least something that would make her approach me? As expected- there wasn’t, right?

I already know she tried to torment me using the Chosen Ones under the fake identity of Coordinator. And I got through it well without asking Sai for help thanks to ‘Mina’.

For her, it means her plan failed, but she’s not the type of person to get flustered or frustrated when her plans fail.

In the novel, Sai has such a dirty personality that she enjoys it more and prepares even more painful trials the more Mina overcomes the trials she prepared.

Then why? No matter how much I think about it, I can’t understand why she appeared before me with this strange setup of having lost her memory.

I pondered what her real purpose could be, but even after thinking for a long time, I couldn’t even guess her thoughts.

Is there any reason for her to appear here, in that state, even lying about having no memories? No matter how much I think about it, there isn’t.

So- let’s give up thinking. Originally, a normal person can’t understand the mind of a madman.

Having reached that thought, I rubbed my face dry and sighed.

As a police officer, I brought her here with the mindset of not causing harm to others and dying alone if I have to die, but now that I’ve calmed down a bit, I think I should send this bitch to the police station after all.

If she’s pretending to have lost her memory, I should play along and send her to people who will help someone who’s lost their memory.

“…Uh-.”

“Fuck…”

The moment I organized my thoughts. My eyes met Sai’s, who was lying in the dark room. The moment our eyes met, her blue pupils, chills ran down my entire body.

The moment our eyes met, Sai quickly got up and looked around. As if trying to check where this place was.

Looking around, examining herself, then turning her gaze back to me. She spoke, looking slightly flustered:

“You, you saved me. Thank you.”

“…Y-yes.”

Sai rolled her eyes here and there as if gauging my reaction. I asked again just to confirm:

“You don’t remember anything, you say?”

“…Yes.”

“Your name, where you live, how you ended up here, everything?”

“Yes, uh…”

Sai spoke, drawing out her affirmative response. Biting her lip hard and lowering her gaze, Sai truly looked like someone who had lost their memory and didn’t know what to do.

Thinking she’s really acting superbly well, I checked the time. 6:42 AM. It’s not yet sunrise.

It’s an awkward time to take her to the police station or hospital, not that that’s what I mean. At least looking at this woman’s state, there was something I needed to do first before taking her to the police or hospital.

“Is that so? I understand. Then- you remember how to wash yourself or how to operate a shower, right?”

“Huh? Um… yes. I remember.”

“Then let’s get you washed up and go to the hospital. It’s best to go to the police and hospital to find out who you are.”

She blinked at my words for a moment, then nodded.

Her clothes are covered in filth and the stench keeps wafting over. The blanket and pillow I cherish are probably already in a state where they need to be thrown in the washing machine.

It’s hard to bear the stench even if I try to take this bitch to the police station or anywhere.

Partly because my tolerance for bad smells has lowered since that damn green stench incident, but isn’t it a bit much when there’s a stench while taking a person around?

I should at least get her washed up before moving. But I was worried about what clothes to put on her after washing.

Don’t tell me I have to buy women’s clothes? I don’t have money?

In novels or dramas, when you pick up someone from the street like this, you buy them clothes right away, but such flexing is too much for a poor civil servant.

Come to think of it, if someone’s collapsed on the street, shouldn’t you call the police rather than bringing them into your home? Who knows if they might be a dangerous person?

If the person you picked up is the world’s worst psycho and villain, your own life could be in danger too.

Ah, you’re saying I’m not one to talk? This crazy bitch is threatening me to dance to her tune, how can I ignore that, fuck.

Suddenly, I feel extremely indignant and want to kick her out, but.

Knowing I’d die if I did that, I shook my head hard as if shaking off idle thoughts.

For now, let’s play along. While playing along, let’s send her to a shelter or hospital.

For that, while she’s washing up, I’ll do laundry for the clothes she’s wearing, roughly put one of my clothes on her, and wait until her clothes dry.

Ignoring that the size won’t fit since she just needs to wear it until her clothes dry, I’ll sprinkle salt on the clothes she wore and then burn them.

“First, go here to shower-”

Thinking that, I looked at Sai to take her to the bathroom- Holy shit!

“No, you’re supposed to take off your clothes inside the bathroom! Why are you undressing in front of me?! Are you crazy?! A grown woman!”

“Huh…?”

Sai tilted her head as if not understanding what the problem was.

Despite her short stature, her model-like well-proportioned body, large hips, and huge breasts that hang down to near her stomach are imprinted in my eyes with no filtering.

At that sight, I reflexively covered my eyes and turned my body, but she herself didn’t seem to feel any embarrassment at all, just looking at me with round eyes.

This crazy bitch had exhibitionism too!

I tried to forget the scene I had just seen by closing my eyes, but the male brain had clearly imprinted that momentary sight in my mind as if taking a photo.

While I was suffering with my back turned. She grabbed the sleeve of the sweatpants I was wearing and said:

“Thank you. For suddenly helping someone like me… I’ll definitely repay this kindness…”

“It’s not necessary so hurry and go into the bathroom…”

Is this crazy bitch mocking me now? I gritted my teeth while narrowing my eyes.

I squeezed my eyes shut to avoid taking in the backside of that exhibitionist pervert heading to the bathroom.