Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 115 Busan!

"The boss gave it to us?" Wang Wu rubbed his hands, a little expectant.

The three brothers next to him gathered around.

In the dim light, he opened the black box on the ground with a snap.

Wang Wu asked himself and realized that his heart beat faster when he saw the things inside.

Four exquisitely shaped black pistols lay quietly on the bottom layer full of bullets. The heavy texture and cold metallic luster were visible at a glance in the dim light.

"Let me play with it!" Lao Liu reached out and took one.

Skinny Monkey and Old Mao followed suit and took a handful each.

The bullets were just below the pistol, and when they grabbed the pistol, the bullets were touched, bouncing and rolling in the box, covering the entire bottom floor.

"Good gun." Wang Wu's fingers lightly brushed across the surface of the pistol, and the heavy grip fit perfectly with his palm.

They are not bumpkins who have never played with guns, but they are really bumpkins in front of these guns.

Those guns were just junk before.

"The model is Beretta M92F," Yin Xuanyou looked at them. This was the firearm that Li You had instructed him to purchase from abroad.

"This is the latest model. It was adopted as the standard pistol by the US military in 10 and was named Beretta M."

He didn't really know anything about guns, but he was able to recite the seller's words.

"It seems the boss is really angry," Wang Wu laughed, "This thing is not worth much in the United States, but it would cost dozens of times more to get it to Korea."

Yoon Hyunwoo looked at them steadily, "The boss is very angry, you better do a good job."

"I understand, Brother Yin." Lao Liu wanted to hug Yin Xuanyou, but he dodged silently.

"There are 180 bullets in total. The boss allows you to try some."

Lao Mao waved his hand and said, "No, we don't want to waste it."

He grinned. "This thing is no fun to shoot at a target."

Yoon Hyun-woo looked at them silently, nodded, and turned away.

Li You was wiping the silver gun in his hand in the study. The model was different from the other four pistols he bought together.

Colt M1911 was Li You’s favorite model when he served in the army. Some elite military and police forces in the United States have always listed it as the standard pistol for special warfare members.

The reason is that this gun's large-caliber ammunition has unparalleled absolute killing power in actual combat and its accurate and rapid single-action shooting mode.

After wiping it, the silver pistol was quietly held in Li You's hand, reflecting the sunlight outside the window.

Its appearance is tough and its lines are smooth. The surface of the pistol has been finely polished, and every detail reveals coldness and precision.

A subtle mechanical sound was heard, the sound of the safety slowly opening.

Li You pulled the bolt and felt the familiar sound.

"Do you have to go by yourself?" Mou Xianmin, leaning against the door, was still a little worried.

She looked at her man who refused to listen and said, "There are guns on the other side too."

"Don't worry," Li You put the gun back in place and stuffed it into the drawer. He walked forward and hugged Mou Xianmin to comfort the worried little woman.

No matter how strong a woman she is, Mou Xianmin still feels anxious and worried when she knows that Li You is going to have a shooting match with someone.

She stood on tiptoe, and Li You bent down to cooperate, allowing the kiss to fall on her cheek.

"be careful."

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The night falls in late autumn, and the moonlight penetrates the sparse clouds, sprinkling mottled light on the quiet road.

The stars twinkle in the sky and the car lights break the tranquility of the long night.

Inside the car, it was as silent as the night outside. The only sounds could be heard: the breathing of the three people in the car and the occasional sound of wheels rubbing against the ground.

"Boss," said Choi Do-il, who was driving, in a displeased tone, "Why didn't you ask us to do something as important as this?"

The co-pilot Xu Zhonglie nodded silently.

Li You, who was sitting in the back row, was somewhat helpless, "Yin Xuanyou, this kid."

"Did you catch the man who killed the technician?"

"President, please don't be angry with him," Cui Douri muttered, "He is also worried about you, and it was Madam who told him to inform us about this matter."

"As for the pervert who killed the technician."

Cui Douri frowned and said, "I've already given the order. I should have done it myself, but the president might be in danger, so I'll leave it alone for now."

Li You was not angry. "I didn't prepare any guns for you. You can just use those broken revolvers."

Cui Douri chuckled and patted his waist with one hand, "Everything is ready, the bullets are in my pocket."

They were not driving very fast as there were employees' cars in front and behind.

The scenery along the road gradually became sparse, transitioning from the woods outside Seoul to desolate farmland, and occasionally faint lights could be seen from small buildings in the village.

Cui Douri livened up the atmosphere, "Tomorrow night I will make this old guy kneel before the president."

He opened the window and spat out, "He even sent someone to assassinate the president. He must be tired of living."

Xu Zhonglie's voice was still as hoarse as before. "I heard that he has a son and a daughter, and they are not young anymore."

The coldness in his voice was obvious. Li You lit a cigarette for himself and threw one to each of them. "Do you know where they are?"

"My daughter is studying abroad, and my son should be in Busan, but I haven't found out where he lives." Xu Zhonglie turned around and put a cigarette into Cui Douri's mouth.

"Go look for him later and kill him."

"Brother Xu, Brother Xu!" Cui Douri held the cigarette in his mouth, "Light it for me, I don't have a lighter."

The corner of Xu Zhonglie's mouth twitched.

"This is for you," Li You threw the silver lighter in his hand over.

Xu Zhonglie took the lighter, opened the lid and rubbed the flint to light his and Cui Douri's cigarettes, then stuffed the lighter into Cui Douri's trouser pocket.

Li You took a deep puff of the cigarette, letting the faint smell of nicotine spread in his lungs, bringing a slight stimulation.

Inside the car, the faint smell of tobacco mixed with the scent of leather creates a unique atmosphere.

As the sky gradually brightened, the eastern sky began to glow. Busan is located at the southeastern end of South Korea. The wide roads are just right for the sunrise. The morning sun shines through the windshield and into the car.

Wait until the sun shines and the car becomes warmer.

Amidst the smoke, they arrived at Busan, South Korea's largest port and second largest city.

"President," Cui Douri parked the car on the side of the road, "I'll take some people to check out the place first, would you like to go and rest first?"

Li You looked at him and waved his hand, "Just go ahead, I'll go check out the surrounding situation."

"Yes, President."

Cui Douri got out of the car and ran to the van behind, and Xu Zhonglie moved to the driver's seat.

"Brother Xu, go around Jinjing District twice."

Geumjeong-gu is a subdistrict in Busan, where Song Dong-hyuk's estate is located.

Song Donghe's manor was heavily guarded, with barbed wire flashing on the low walls.

Even during the day, bodyguards in black suits patrol the walls to make sure no one sneaks in.

The gate of the manor was closed, with two stone lions on both sides. Occasionally, the barking of a dog could be heard from inside the manor.

"How do you mark the spot?" Cui Douri scratched his head confidently, "How did you mark the spot at that time?"

"We can only take a walk outside," said the skinny monkey helplessly.

"We can't even get through the fence. We can't cut the wire just to get a glimpse of the location. If we do that, they'll know someone's coming."

Wang Wu sighed, "Skinny Monkey is the best among us at scouting the area beforehand. He can't even get in, so he can only record the number of people changing shifts from the outside."

The skinny monkey nodded. "I made a note when I came here before. I have to change three times a day, and each trip takes eight hours."

He frowned, "Their residence is nearby. If we're not quick enough, we'll most likely face countless guards."

Cui Douri's face was tense. "How many people are there in each class?"

"Twelve," the skinny monkey squatted on the ground, "but each shift that day was different."

He fiddled with the ground for a long time. "There are at least thirty-six guards in the entire manor, and I don't know how many guards are in the nearby guard quarters."

The skinny monkey looked up and said, "I only estimate that there should be about a hundred people in total."

Choi Doo-il sighed, "This doesn't even include the bodyguards with guns that surround this old guy."

"Yes."

"Let's go back and talk to the president first," Choi Do-il opened the door of the van, "No matter what, we will follow the president's instructions."

After they gathered together, Li You calmly listened to Cui Douri's summary of the manor guards in the car.

In response to Cui Douri's question, he simply gave a simple answer, "Start at 11 o'clock in the evening."

They occupied a warehouse not far from Song Donghe's manor. They tied up the workers in the warehouse and locked them in the inner room. They wore masks when they tied them up to avoid killing two more innocent people.

Night began to fall again, and faint lights flickered in the silent warehouse.

In the dim warehouse, Wang Wu and his men were wiping their guns in a show-off manner, which attracted the attention of the others.

Especially the youngest one, Jeon Jae-joon, it was almost written on his face that he wanted a gun.

Li You sat at a table, his fingers steadily loading bullets into the magazine one by one.

Every push was carried out with steady force, and the crisp sound of metal meeting metal was particularly clear in the silence.

The bullets passed through the slits of the magazine and were accurately arranged in rows. In the eyes of others, there was a kind of mechanical beauty.

"Old Wang," the skinny monkey nudged Wang Wu with his elbow, "Why do I feel like the boss is more like a killer than any of us?"

In the quiet environment, the skinny monkey's words could be heard clearly.

Li You's facial expression was hidden in the shadows. As the last bullet fell into place, he gently closed the magazine cover, and the magazine became complete.

"I'll show you what I can do tonight."

Although Li You grinned, no one else noticed a trace of smile.

"You've never seen me take action, have you?"

He looked towards the warehouse door. The path outside had been swallowed up by the long night. The cold wind blew into the warehouse through the not-so-tight door, bringing a whistling sound.

Li You gently touched the safety of the pistol with his finger. With a slight "click", the cold metal touch and the mechanism interacted precisely.

"Why is it so quiet?" Li You smiled, turned on the safety of his pistol and put it into his waist.

He glanced at his watch. "It's not half past ten yet, but I suddenly want to start early."

Cui Dou Ri looked back and grinned, "All in the boss's words, let's go!"

Wang Wu kicked open the door of the warehouse, and Li You put on a black windbreaker with the collar slightly open.

Under the street lamp on the side of the road, his shadow was stretched out long, and his figure flickered in the flickering light.

He watched Cui Dou Ri open the car door and get in with an expressionless face.

As the night deepened, the roar of several cars echoed in the empty streets.

The two men in black suits guarding the gate were a little sleepy, but when they heard the noise, they widened their eyes and looked at a van coming straight towards the gate.

One of them reacted faster and sat down to the left, just avoiding being hit by the van.

One of them who didn't have time to dodge was knocked away on the spot and hit the door behind him hard.

The sedan and two other vans that followed stopped.

After getting out of the car, Li You looked around with sharp eyes, staring at the Busan man who was sitting on the ground and avoided the collision.

Li You raised his hand and shot the Busan man right in the forehead. The Busan man fell on the ground with his eyes wide open, still terrified. His brain and blood flowed out from the bullet hole in his head.

He waved his hand, and Wang Wu in the car retreated more than ten meters, stepped on the accelerator and crashed into the gate.

The van's engine roared and its tires left deep marks on the ground.

The screams of metal clashing against metal resounded through the night sky. The door was knocked open by a van running at full speed, and the body on the ground was unfortunately crushed to the side.

Inside the manor, the lights quickly lit up, and the sounds of people and dogs barking rose and fell, breaking the original tranquility.

(End of this chapter)