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

Chapter 138 People’s Heart
Procuratorate, Office of the Attorney General.

But the atmosphere is completely different at this moment.

The five highest-ranking prosecutors of the Procuratorate stood in a row. In front, behind the desk of the Inspector General sat a middle-aged white man with blond hair and blue eyes. He had sharp eyes and neatly combed hair. He was not wearing a formal suit, but a simple gray casual suit. He leaned back in his chair casually, looking at the prosecutors in front of him.

"Mr. McCain, this is just a small matter and has nothing to do with the interests of the two countries. You went to the procuratorate so early in the morning. Isn't it a bit..."

The prosecutor was a short man in his fifties, wearing silver-rimmed glasses and with a gloomy face. Although he was hunched over, his tone of voice was not polite at all.

If it were normal times, he would definitely treat this noble ambassador with kind words.

But not today.

As the ambassador to Korea, the other party entered the procuratorate without authorization and interfered in the affairs of his own country without a diplomatic note. This is a serious offense.

Even if there is a gap in status between the two parties, they cannot act so recklessly.

"No no no, Mr. Attorney General, I was just walking by here today and came in as a private person to chat with you. Please don't misunderstand me. As for the Hancheng case and this national protest movement."

The white man on the chair maintained a modest smile and repeatedly played with the attorney general's pen in his hand.

"You can see that the streets are full of people. Our embassy didn't get any information about such a large-scale demonstration in advance. Haha, don't you think it's inappropriate?"

His eyes swept over the five prosecutors in front of him. Except for the chief prosecutor, no one dared to look at him and they all lowered their heads.

If the sky falls, there is always someone taller to hold it up. This foreigner came to the procuratorate for no apparent reason and made comments. It was obvious that he wanted to do something bad, but except for the chief prosecutor, no one in the entire procuratorate dared to confront him.

Even if that white man was just an ambassador to Korea bought with political donations, even if he only knew how to attend cocktail parties and visit Itaewon, and was an idiot who knew nothing about politics.

So what.

Just because of the sovereign country he represents, even the president would have to smile when meeting him as the ambassador to Cold War.

This has nothing to do with ability, it only has to do with strength.

"Mr. McCain, you don't have to play dumb with me. Not to mention that you are wearing plain clothes today and you didn't bring a military attaché with you, even if you are not wearing anything, you should still be the Attorney General, don't you agree?"

The prosecutor stood up straight and put on a perfect smile, regardless of how the other person's expression changed.

He walked straight to the desk and, under the angry gaze of the white man, pulled the pen from his hand.

"Mr. McCain, the Procuratorate is always the gun in your hand. We will investigate whoever you tell us to investigate, and we will prosecute whoever you tell us to prosecute. Even if he is the president, we will make it clear for him. Over the years, successive ambassadors have been very satisfied with the performance of the Procuratorate. You know this clearly."

The Attorney General pulled out a stool and sat across from the desk, speaking in a calm tone.

"I guarantee on the honor of all the chief prosecutors of the Seoul Prosecutors' Office that this protest is simply a result of the people's dissatisfaction with the handling of the Hancheng case itself. It has no political factors and is definitely not directed against your country."

The prosecutor was indeed an old fox. He pointed out in one sentence the question that the other party wanted to know but was unwilling to say out loud.

What worries America most?
They only worry about one thing: losing control.

Although the garrison in the military camp is powerful, they cannot be pulled out all day long to train and flex their muscles.

If you want to achieve actual control over the Han Kingdom, you need a strong handle.

Over the years, the procuratorate has been playing this role very well.

No matter who you are, as long as you do not please the sovereign country, the procuratorate can make up a crime to put you in jail.

There are more than one presidents who have been killed, and prosecutors in Han Country are almost synonymous with death judges.

Now the ambassador to Wuhan has come in person, and all he wants is one word.

The Procuratorate is still the gun in the ambassador's hand, and the national demonstration in Han Country is not aimed at the emperor.

Although it was just a verbal promise from the Attorney General, it was enough for the white people.

Attitude is above everything else. He is not worried about what happens in Congress. Isn't Congress just a target to be used as a bullet? All he needs to do is hold the procuratorate tightly as his magic gun.

Just like what they did in Neon, if they firmly control the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office, they can kill anyone who stands in their way, and they will be successful in everything they do. "Haha, Mr. Chief Prosecutor, you are really humorous. It's just a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."

McCain is also a master at changing his expression, and the smile on his face at this moment is more standard than that of the Attorney General.

"Just now, news came from Congress. A proposal initiated by more than 25 members of Congress completely abolishes the 279-year statute of limitations and imposes lifelong prosecution on major and serious criminal cases. This proposal has been approved by Congress with 0 votes in favor, 4 against, and abstentions. Congratulations."

The white man clapped his hands and laughed. This so-called criminal law amendment was of no importance to him.

Even if the laws of the Han country are changed, God cannot control the troops stationed in Han.

What made him happy was the attitude of the procuratorate. Amei never believed in so-called loyalty. Even father and son could become enemies. What he cared about was whether the dog was still obedient. As long as the dog was obedient and could work, the owner would not care what little thoughts were in the pet's mind. After all, all of this depended on strength.

It was near noon, and the winter sun was bright but weak.

The wind on the top floor of the Capitol was getting stronger and stronger, but Lao He had no intention of going down.

He was the mastermind behind this drama, and only by standing here could he overlook the entire city.

He was fascinated by the strange feeling of being in control of everything.

"Counselor Jiang, have one."

Lao He took out a box of Marlboro from his arms.

He took out a cigarette, lit it and put it to Jiang Hanwen's mouth.

Rather than saying that he is the director or the planner, it would be better to say that the source of all this is the young man from China in front of him.

Without him, the Hancheng case would still be a mystery. Without him, I would never have been able to make up my mind to launch all this and mobilize all my energy to promote this vigorous national parade.

This is a gamble. One wrong move can lead to a complete loss. Without Jiang Hanwen's encouragement, he wouldn't even have the courage to open the market. No matter how powerful he and Lao Pu are, can they be more powerful than the Procuratorate and the master behind him?
But now all this has happened.

The proposal was passed almost unanimously in Congress, and there was no reason for the Qingtai not to sign it.

By then, public opinion will be overwhelming, and Park Heung-gyu and these three bastards will definitely not escape death.

This arrest campaign that lasted for thirty years has finally come to a successful conclusion.

"Advisor Jiang."

Lao He took a puff of cigarette, looked at the crowd of people below, and sighed.

"There is an old Chinese saying that people's hearts are like water and public agitation is like smoke. Today I can stir up public opinion and force Congress to pass a law, but tomorrow someone else will stir up public opinion and send me to jail."

"cough cough"

After hearing what Lao He said, Jiang Hanwen couldn't help but cough twice.

This statement is ridiculous in any country.

But this is the Great Cold Underworld. If Lao He really enters the Qingwa stage in the future, according to the statistical probability calculations of previous presidents, the mortality rate is 20%, the probability of going to jail is 70%, and the probability of enjoying a peaceful old age is less than 10%.

As this is such a high-risk profession, it is no wonder that Lao He is worried.

"Lao He, I'm not a politician. I can't explain things that are too deep."

Jiang Hanwen stuffed the cigarette in his hand into Lao He's mouth again. This guy now had two cigarettes in his mouth.

The air is filled with smoke, which is very funny.

"Director He, you are a capable person. You should understand that the human heart is like water, how deep it is; the people's movements are like smoke, how chaotic it is. It seems that the human heart is something that seems to be very illusory."

Jiang Hanwen pointed at the streams of people converging below.

"But to some extent, human hearts are real. As long as you stand on their side, you will always be invincible, unbeatable, and any opponent is just a chicken and a dog, a paper tiger.

(End of this chapter)