I started out as a criminal, and the police relied on me to solve countless cases.

Chapter 135 Justice
Office of the Prison Warden,

The female prison guard who was in charge of the explanation never expected that the handsome and powerful leader from the police department would lose his composure like this.

Cry and laugh.

She was really crying and laughing, oblivious to the people around her.

And there is Mr. Park, the big boss of Samsung.

He leaned against the wall, his face ashen and his whole body in a trance, as if he had suffered a major blow.

The only one who showed no emotional fluctuations was the handsome guy from China.

"Director He, how about you~~"

The warden was holding the prisoner's files in his hands, feeling a little helpless.

Rather than saying that the Han National Police Department is controlled by this 70-year-old father-in-law, it would be more accurate to say that Director He, the second-in-command, is the actual controller.

After decades of operation, his influence is intertwined with chaebols, political parties, gangs, and many congressmen.
This is a real big shot, a big shot who will run for president in the future.

Why did he lose his composure like this today? It's really puzzling.
The warden looked at the photo in the file curiously.

Park Heung-gyu, a 51-year-old suspect from Hancheng, raped, killed and abandoned his wife's sister in 1994. He was sentenced to life imprisonment and is currently in prison.

This guy has been in prison for more than 20 years?

But the man in the photo looked to be in his thirties at most, with fair skin, delicate features, red lips, white teeth, and single eyelids.

This is not a photo taken when they were in prison. Prisoners in prison update their information every year.

This means that this person really looks like this.

The warden touched his bald head and felt sad.

I am fifty years old, one year younger than this bastard, and I already have a glass mirror on my head.

It’s so unfair, how can bad guys grow backwards like this?
"Let's go and meet this old acquaintance."

Reality is always more magical than any movie or TV script.

Jiang Hanwen has always believed in this.

Park Heung-gyu, one of the perpetrators of the Hancheng serial murders, escaped police investigation, was arrested shortly after committing a crime, and then began to serve time in prison.

I have been eating it until now, from the age of 28 to , a period of years.

This person spent the best years of his life in prison.

Is this God’s punishment for the murderer?
But Park Heung-gyu in the photo looks basically the same as when he was young, and the power of time seems to have no effect on his face.

Is this a punishment from God or a favor from God?
At this moment, even Jiang Hanwen, an outsider, fell into deep confusion.

Not to mention the parties involved, Lao Pu and Lao He.

Jiang Hanwen asked himself, if it were him, after 28 years of imagining the murderer countless times and thinking about catching him all the time, he ended up staying in prison without a single day of freedom. Should he be happy or sad? This kind of extreme joy and sorrow is really hard to accept.

Two prison guards led everyone through three all-metal iron doors in succession, entered the password four times, and finally arrived at the prison area for serious criminals.

The prisoners in this prison block are all serious criminals who have killed people. Many of them are mentally depressed and have violent tendencies. For safety reasons, the prison authorities hold them in solitary confinement, and the number of prison guards responsible for their supervision is twice that of ordinary prison blocks.

In addition to the less time for exercise and the heavy workload, the living environment in the prison area for serious criminals is better than that in ordinary prison areas, after all, they are single rooms.

This is different from the murderers in movies and TV shows who are all very manic and would grab the iron gate and scream when they see someone coming in.

Actually enter the prison area.

It's quiet at night.

Apart from the sound of the exhaust fan, there was no other sound.

Every prisoner in the cell was either sitting or lying down, and whether they were sleeping or not, they were all resting.

In fact, no matter what crime the prisoner has committed, as long as his mind is still normal.

There is only one thing they care about most, and that is sentence reduction, and no one will take the initiative to cause trouble.

Everyone came to the door of cell 308.

The two prison guards knew that their leader wanted to see Park Heung-gyu, so one opened the door and the other began to seriously report on the prisoner's situation.

The prisoner in Room 308 is a fitness fanatic named Park Heung-gyu.

Due to his good behavior, his original sentence of life imprisonment without parole was reduced three times, and his sentence was reduced to 29 years. He is expected to be released from prison at the end of this year.
Even though his file says he is 51 years old, this guy is in better shape than many young men. He can easily do 1 push-ups in an hour. This is not something that most people can achieve. He can still enjoy life after he gets released.

"Okay, bring the man out. Director He wants to meet the prisoner in person."

The warden pushed the prison guard who was speaking.

Two clueless guys.

Didn't you see Director He's expression? He must have some grudge against this prisoner. Why are you still talking nonstop?
The door was opened.

Two prison guards escorted the prisoner out of the cell.

The grey prison uniform he wore could not cover his muscular body under the collar, but his face was still as feminine and delicate, and his skin was still very fair.

Lao Pu slapped himself on the forehead, feeling very upset.

"Shit, God is blind, you bastard, you haven't changed at all!"

"Lao He, I want this person. You can name your price. The prosecutor's office also has a clear price tag. It's easy."

Old Pu sucked his teeth, grabbed the man's arm and was about to drag the prisoner away.

Completely ignoring the warden and the prison guards next to him.

The prisoner was sleeping when he was suddenly woken up. Before he could react to the situation, he felt an iron hand grabbing his arm.

He narrowed his eyes and sneered.

Where did this bastard come from? Do you think you are easy to control?

Touch me? Have my thirty years of hard training been in vain?

The prisoner took a deep breath and exerted force suddenly, making his bones crackle, trying to throw away the strong man who was holding him.

"Forehead"

The prisoner groaned, his face instantly turned the color of liver, and beads of sweat the size of beans fell from his forehead.

To the surprise of the two prison guards.

This prison bully who had been doing fitness training in prison for nearly 30 years and was extremely agile and strong was actually dragged away like a young wife?
what's going on?
"Director He? This, this is not good."

The warden also underestimated this sudden change.

Park Eui-jun is a senior executive of Samsung Group, and all the prominent people in Seoul know this, but not many people know that as a senior executive of the group, he is also the leader of the top gang Qinglonghui, but this does not include him, the police warden.

Park Eui-jun's reputation in the underworld is much higher than his status in the business world.

It is not an exaggeration to call him the Godfather of Seoul.

He was already shocked that Director He and Boss Park came to the prison together.

But out of respect he didn't ask.

But now Park Eui-jun wants to take a murderer away in front of their prison authorities.

This, this is inappropriate not to speak.

"Park Eui-jun! Asshole! What do you think prison is? Can you represent the Blue Dragon Gang? Can you represent Samsung? Do you want to stop living in Seoul?"

Lao He stood there with an extremely fierce look on his face.

But the bear-like burly man acted as if he didn't hear anything and continued to drag the prisoner towards the exit.

"Those two brats, come and watch over the door! Damn it, don't you have eyes?"

Lao Pu stood in front of the iron gate and confidently called on two prison guards to come and open the door.

It was as if he was the master of the prison. "Park Yijun! I warned you, do you know how many eyes are watching this case?"

"You two are not allowed to open the door!"

"You stupid bastard, if you kill Park Heung-gyu, you can expect the prosecutors to come and search your house. Do you think they will let you go if you want to win the credit for your master?"

Lao He no longer cared about his dignity and started cursing.

"Mr. Park, Mr. Park can't do this, eh eh eh."

Lao He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Old Pu at the door had already left the prisoner and was running towards this side.

The warden on the side tried to stop him, but was pushed against the wall by him.

"Boom"

With a dull thud, the 1.8-meter-tall man was kicked and flew backwards.

I slid for four or five meters on the smooth ground.

Lao Pu refused to give in.

He stepped on his friend's body with one foot and grabbed his tie with one hand.

"Ha Seung-gyun, I kicked you on behalf of my master, the old ghost, the chief of the Hancheng Police Station. Before he died, he gave you the suicide note because he thought you were more promising than me and would definitely solve the case and make the murderer receive the punishment he deserved. But what happened? You hang out with those bugs, eating and drinking all day, and your brain is full of lard!"

"You, Lao Pu, you don't understand, you don't understand politics, you don't understand!"

Lao He gasped, roared, and punched Lao Pu in the face.

But this time it seemed like hitting a piece of iron, the other party had no reaction. Lao He sighed and smiled bitterly.
"Old Pu, you are still the best."

"I really want to skin these bastards alive, but the loss is too great, too great a loss, you know? My career will be over, your company will be condemned by public opinion, and the police will not let you Qinglong Gang go. Don't you consider these things?"

"Park Yi-jun! You are not the young man you were thirty years ago. You have so many people waiting for their turn to eat! Can you calm down?"

Lao He seemed to have used up all his strength. After he finished speaking, he tilted his neck back and let his friend hold him and hang in the air.

He wanted to send the murderer to the execution ground more than anyone else in the world. There was no property distribution in the old director's suicide note before his death, only the Hancheng case. This case was the last major case he handled before his retirement. In the end, he resigned because of the public outrage over this case. He was dragged out to take the blame and was scolded by the people for a full ten years.

He had kept the suicide note and gave it to Jiang Hanwen some time ago.

All they did was to resolve the obsession in their hearts.

This obsession belongs to Ha Seung-gyun, to Old Park, to the old chief, and to all the police officers who participated in the investigation of the case back then.

but now,
We must take a long-term view!

Even if the statute of limitations for this case has expired, even if Park Heung-gyu is about to be released from prison, even if the three murderers do not have to stand trial or go to jail.

That also needs to be considered in the long term!

"Old Pu, please trust me this time. When this wave of public opinion has passed, I will kill or chop these three bastards up as you wish."

This is the final promise made by the de facto highest authority in the police force.

When this statement was made, it meant that once the storm of public opinion had passed, even if Park Eui-jun resorted to torture, the police would pretend not to see it and let it go, as long as he did it cleanly and efficiently.

Lao Pu remained unmoved and continued to stare at the man on the ground.
He didn't want to hear his good brother talk about weighing the pros and cons and pretending to be nice. That would be a betrayal of the past thirty years.
"Haha, I told you thirty years ago that you didn't know Kung Fu. After thirty years in the government, you're even worse than a kid."

"Why couldn't we solve the case back then? Don't you know? We only needed to send people to set up surveillance to catch the murderer, but we didn't have anyone! The police station didn't have the manpower during the golden hour for solving the case! Even a bastard like you who just came back from America was sent here."

Lao Pu's eyes were bloodshot and he rarely shed tears.

But now he couldn't control his emotions.

"In the Hancheng case, when police force was needed most, there were only you, me, and that damn idiot Lao Cao investigating the case in the entire Hancheng. Later, even the people from the inspection department were transferred to suppress the xx."

"You won't forget why that xx happened, right?"

Lao Pu bared his teeth, tears flowed down his nose into his mouth, and then he spat them out.

"It's because your master raped a female student and killed her, causing the people to take to the streets to xx."

"And what are the police in this country who are supposed to uphold justice doing? They are helping the murderer suppress xx! Hahahaha! I am dying of laughter."

"So I quit."

"Now, you're telling me zz? Bullshit! I'm a gangster! Not a policeman. I'm going to use torture to chop these bastards into pieces and feed them to the dogs! I've already sent those two bastards to the Qinglong Society's territory."

"Don't look at me like that. I've said before that justice in Han Country is clearly priced. Whether it's the prosecutor or the police, as long as the money is in place, we can negotiate. Even if you are Director He, it's useless."

The sturdy man let go.

He lowered his head and straightened his friend's tie and shirt.

He stood up and walked to the two frightened prison guards and took the magnetic card from them.

A big hand grabbed the prisoner's neck.

The prisoner was dragged out of the prison gate in full view of everyone.

"What the hell are you still standing there for? Sound the alarm!"

The warden rushed over and helped Ha Seung-jun up.

He kicked the prison guards on their buttocks, asking them to sound the alarm.

"Wait! Don't sound the alarm."

"Cough cough!"

Lao He stood up with difficulty and shook his head at the warden.

He turned around and looked at Jiang Hanwen who was leaning against the wall.

"Don't look at me. I stand on Lao Pu's side in this matter."

Jiang Hanwen waved his hand and left the prison area.

"Haha, in the end, I am the only bad guy and a coward? I have worked hard for thirty years and my influence is spread all over the country. The information I have is enough to put the masters of Qingwatai in jail for life!"

"release!"

Lao He pushed the warden away.

He limped out of the prison area.

"You are the only heroes?! I am the coward?"

"Haha, killing a few bastards and ruining the future of two good people is not worth it!"

Lao He walked along the river bank, cursing, with saliva mixed with blood in his mouth.

He took out his cell phone, opened the long address book, and started making calls.

Hit one after another.

"Hey! Internet monitor, wake up! Post and pin the copy picture I sent you earlier to the top! Then force every mobile phone to send it! I want every Han countryman to see this news when they wake up tomorrow morning and open their phone! Bullshit, use the first-level secret key! Open all network platform permissions, and if any company disagrees, I will raid their door!"

"Shit, Editor-in-Chief Jiang! Get up and work!"

"Prosecutor General, I will ask Secretary Jin to discuss something with you later. Please agree to it."

"Chairman Cui, please do me a favor. Haha, I'm not crazy. I watch your videos all the time."

"Hey, father-in-law, there might be a traffic jam tomorrow. You should rest at home and leave the police department's affairs to me."

I made many phone calls.

The warden on the side had already retreated far away. He was a smart man, and if he had listened to many things, his life might be in danger.

After a while,
Lao He hung up the last call.

He took a deep breath and quickened his pace to catch up.

(End of this chapter)