Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 189 Murderous Intent on a Rainy Night

Li You stepped out of the door, and his men opened an umbrella for him, and the rain slid down the black umbrella.

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was already six o'clock in the afternoon.

While the sky remained gloomy, the heavy rain continued to fall with no sign of stopping.

The car was parked at the door. When Li You got in, the people who were crowded in the vans got out in a hurry and lined up on the side of the road.

The crowd seemed to be brought together by the rain; they looked hurried but their movements were orderly.

But in the rain, their figures seemed a little blurry.

Obviously, within a short period of time, many of them knew that their immediate superiors had been replaced.

Li You's car started, splashing water all over the ground, and the wipers swung back and forth on the windshield.

As they drove out, Li Zhongjiu's men on the roadside bent down and lowered their heads, their waists bent very low, with an extremely respectful attitude.

These people bowed silently, and the rain slid down their foreheads, passed through their tightly closed lips, and dripped along their chins.

Hundreds of people bowed in unison, and it looked more like a scene from a movie.

After the vehicle drove for a distance, Li Zicheng called and said, "President Nim, Shi Wu has brought people over."

"Got it," Li You tapped the leather seat with his fingers. Qian Renbin's frightened face appeared in his mind, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his lips. "Did you meet Qian Xinyu's father at the chess academy?"

Li Zicheng was silent for a while, "I've seen it, and it's completely different from Qian Xinyu."

Li You looked at the car windows that were blocked by rain and frowned. "Qian Xinyu has already done something for us. Her psychological defense is almost non-existent. Now her father goes over to complete the final blow. The effect will be the best."

"In addition to the electronic archive, your file also has a paper archive. Qian Xinyu is the key to retrieving this paper archive."

Li You narrowed his eyes, "Once you destroy your information and get rid of Section Chief Jiang, you will be free."

"President Nim," Li Zicheng paused, "Where are the people above Section Chief Jiang?"

"His superiors?" Li You sneered. "Without your files and evidence, they can't do anything they want."

"Could it be that they shouted to the whole of Seoul that the undercover agent we sent to the Kinmen Group had betrayed us?"

Li Zicheng nodded. He was silent for a long time before he said with difficulty, "President Nim, I still want to be honest with him after this is over."

"With Lao Ding?" Li You did not object. "By the time he comes out, you can handle the things here. Just tell him. He won't blame you."

Li Zicheng pursed his dry lips and said, "I understand, President Nim."

"Oh, right." Li You remembered that he still had something to help Li Zicheng solve. "Your wife's father should still be in prison, right?"

"Yes," Li Zicheng sighed, "She often gets depressed because of this."

Of course he was depressed. Section Chief Jiang and the people behind him used Han Zhijing's father as an excuse and asked Han Zhijing to help monitor Li Zicheng.

Li You did not mention this to Li Zicheng, but asked Li Zicheng to help pass on the message, "I will ask the prosecutors under my command to reinvestigate his father's case, and some lawyers I work with will also help. Generally, the case will be resolved soon. You can tell her."

Li Zicheng's eyes were filled with joy. "Thank you, President Nim. I will tell her."

After nightfall, the wind and rain continued, with thunder flashing across the sky from time to time.

In a hot pot restaurant in Jialifengdong, the lights were dim and the air was filled with smoke, and it was filled with people including Mian Zhenghe and the leader of the small gang in front of him.

Mian Zhenghe has messy stubble and looks quite burly.

He grinned, his laughter echoing in the store, "You've done pretty well, you've got a foothold here."

The person sitting opposite Mian Zhenghe was called Zhang Zaiyi, who also smuggled into South Korea using Mian Zhenghe's route.

"The supervision here is not strict," Zhang Zaiyi sighed, "Galifengdong was purged by prosecutors and police some time ago, and now a big force from Seoul has moved in."

"I can gather such a group of people from it."

As Zhang spoke, he used a spoon to stir in a large pot specially set up on the table, which was filled with a large pot of braised pork bones.

The boiling soup rolled up and down with red bubbles, and the fragrant aroma filled the air with the steam.

The large bones float in the pot, and the thick meat gradually changes color, emitting a mouth-watering aroma.

There were some uncooked vegetables and meats on the side, and further away there was a small table of various side dishes, but Mian Zhenghe didn't even look at them and just stared at the pot.

Mian Zhenghe took a deep breath, smelled the aroma of the marinated bones, grinned and praised Zhang Yizai, "It smells so good. I didn't expect that you sneaked into Korea and still do this kind of business."

Zhang Zaiyi raised his head slightly, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes.

"It was just a part-time job originally," Zhang smiled, "and just when something happened a while ago, I took the opportunity to bring some people to occupy this hot pot restaurant and do some small business."

When Zhang Yi was in Yanbian, he opened a hot pot restaurant and a delicatessen, and Mian Zhenghe was a regular customer.

Originally the family was considered wealthy, but they were unexpectedly cheated out of a lot of money, and they had to mortgage their store and shop to pay off their debts.

After becoming penniless, he came to Seoul to see if there was any way to make money. Unexpectedly, he ended up doing his old business. Fortunately, it is now doing well.

"Are there any white wines?"

"Of course there is," Zhang Yizi handed the spoon to the person next to him and took out two bottles of white wine from the cupboard. "I don't usually sell white wine here, I only take it out when Boss Mian comes." "By the way, I haven't asked yet, what is the matter with Boss Mian this time?" Zhang Yizi asked casually while pouring the wine.

"There's a bastard who doesn't know how to live or die," Mian Zhenghe's face darkened when talking about Seoul's purpose, "He hired someone from me to come to Seoul to kill someone, and not only did he kill the person, he also wanted to silence the killer."

"Do you know what the funniest thing about this bastard is?" Mian Zhenghe took a sip of white wine. "If you can't find a killer, then find someone to kill me in Yanbian. This wine is pretty strong."

"Where is the killer?" Amid the hot steam, Zhang Zaiyi started to scoop the braised bones from Mian Zhenghe's plate, and added other meat and vegetables into the pot, letting them boil in the braised bones soup.

Mian Zhenghe picked up a piece of braised bone without caring about the heat, and picked the meat from it with his dark yellow teeth. "That killer is not a professional.
He was a gambler who owed a lot of gambling debts from my casino. He also borrowed my loan shark to send his wife to Korea to work. I heard that he lost contact with his wife after she came to Korea, so he had no choice but to take this job.

"That's still possible?" Zhang Zai opened his eyes wide, "He has great potential."

"You're nothing," Mian Zhenghe sneered. "You're 40 years old, you drive a taxi and then come to gamble. You don't care about your wife and kids. You're definitely not going to get your money back."

"I saw that he was quite ruthless that day, so I asked him to work for me."

"I got him to Korea, and I got some money back from hiring a killer. I definitely won't spend money to transport him back to Yanbian."

"Even though he succeeded in killing the man, he definitely wasn't the first to do it," Mian Zhenghe chewed the meat quickly and clinked glasses of wine with Zhang from time to time.

"I read the latest newspapers. Two other killers died at the scene. They were not my men. This guy just got lucky."

The wind and rain outside the window seemed to be even more violent. The sound of thunder and wind intertwined together, making the house seem more lively.

"Brother," the younger brother at the table at the door came up to Mian Zhenghe, "something seems to be wrong. I saw someone watching us outside."

Mian Zhenghe's eyes revealed a hint of disdain, and he obviously didn't care about it. "It's obvious that they were sent by those bastards."

He slapped the iron rod beside him heavily and sneered, "As for the kind they sent, I can crack their heads open with just one stick."

Mian Zhenghe was talkative and drank glass after glass of wine, seeming to not care about the people outside at all.

Zhang Zaiyi was a little nervous, "Boss Mian, there are people coming outside, shouldn't we prepare in advance?"

"Isn't this just preparation?" Mian Zhenghe scooped up another handful of meat and stuffed it into his mouth. "Only when you are full and have enough water can you have the strength to chop people."

As he spoke, the sound of cups clinking continued to be heard.

"That's enough," Mian Zhenghe, who had eaten and drunk his fill, wiped the oil off his hands on his pants, "The people outside are at least sensible. I'll be a little gentler later."

"go!"

Different from the bustle inside, outside, except for the people who were looking out for him, everyone else followed Shi Wumao in the car.

"Brother Shi Wu," his men frowned, "The people we were following must have been discovered. They all came out with weapons."

Shi Wu is struggling internally now. He has felt the estrangement between Ding Qing and Li Zicheng these days. If he doesn't do something, he will really be marginalized.

Seeing that Mian Zhenghe had led everyone to turn onto another small street, he simply slapped the driver in front of him and said, "Just ram into him."

"it is good."

Several cars started up one after another, their engines roaring as they rushed into the small street. However, the street was narrow, and although the noise was loud, the cars that came in one after another did not fail to hit people.

Shi Wu and his men got out of the car and showed their weapons.

Mian Zhenghe looked at Shi Wu and grinned, "So they sent a brat like this?"

He swung the big iron bar in his hand and said, "Kill them."

A melee was about to break out, and in the dark streets of Garibong Cave, the smell of rain and blood began to intertwine.

Both sides were wet, both their suits and sweatshirts were soaked by the rain.

Similarly, the rain washed away the bloodstains on the ground and flushed them into the sewer.

Mian Zhenghe was like a tank running rampant in the crowd. Every time he swung the big iron rod in his hand, it created a gust of wind and would hit people so hard that their bones would be broken.

Mian Zhenghe, who was blood-thirsty, just glanced at them, and a man next to him wanted to stab him with a knife.

He grabbed the man's hand, snatched the knife away, and stabbed him in the neck.

The two sides fought each other like this. Shi Wu met Mian Zhenghe in the fight, but he was no match for him at all. He was beaten and rolled all over the place. Mian Zhenghe chased him for a long time with a big stick but failed to catch up with him.

There was a melee going on in the street, but Mian Zhenghe caught a glimpse of other people who had quietly sneaked into the street. The young man in the lead had a temperament somewhat similar to his own?
"Is that your man?" Mian Zhenghe hit Shi Wu with a stick, and Shi Wu clearly felt his bones broken.

He looked over there, his pupils shrank, "Shit."

Jiangnan Security had already reached the shooting distance and the gunman took out his pistol. As the gunshots echoed in the rainy night, the original sounds of hacking and killing began to stop.

The bullets were accompanied by rumbling thunder, like dense raindrops.

For a moment, the originally evenly matched battlefield became extremely chaotic. In the alley on the rainy night, the sound of raindrops was mixed with nervous breathing. Shi Wu huddled behind a pile of garbage bags, and Mian Zhenghe huddled behind two garbage cans, gasping for breath in anger.

But the others were not so lucky. On the streets without any cover, the gun was the king of all weapons. Quan Zaijun took the lead, grinning and shooting at those who were still moving.

The people brought by Mian Zhenghe and Shi Wu fell one after another, expressions of fear, despair and anger frozen on their faces.

(End of this chapter)