Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 278 Detailed Intelligence
At the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency, Jiang Zhentai saluted his superior with a serious face, "Loyalty!"

The boss just raised his hand slightly and returned the greeting symbolically.

He didn't have the heart to greet Jiang Zhentai in front of him, and just pushed the mission brief on the table to him, "I called you here today to give you a chance."

The reason for saying this is that before his first cooperative mission, Jiang Zhentai was forced to leave the wide-area search team because of some dereliction of duty issues and came to the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency to work as an ordinary criminal policeman.

Jiang Zhentai has been living a pretty comfortable life recently. After all, he got a sum of money from Kinmen and used it to pay off his previous bank loan, and he was also able to save some money and earn some interest.

Moreover, he was promoted to a higher level in the criminal police team, his salary increased, and it gradually became easier to support his family.

He was slightly startled. There was another task.
Jiang Zhentai is no fool. He knows immediately that this is definitely not an ordinary mission, otherwise the chief of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency would not have specially called him over.

"Director-in-chief, I don't want to go back to the wide-area search team," Jiang Zhentai took a half step to the side, somewhat reluctant to take this task.

The police chief glared at him and said, "This is a task assigned by the commander, and he specifically asked you to do it."

Jiang Zhentai hung his head, like a wilted quail.

The official titles of the Korean police include Commissioner of the National Police Agency, Director General of Public Security, Chief Superintendent of Public Security, Public Security Inspector, Police Officer, and Chief Police Officer.

Section Chief Jiang, whom Li Zicheng killed before, was promoted to Chief Police Officer in Seoul. In other places, a section chief could not even reach a higher police rank.

The rank of the Commissioner of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency is Chief Public Security Inspector, so the only person he can call his superior is naturally the head of the police on the Korean Peninsula.

"I understand, Director Nim." Jiang Zhentai reached out and grabbed the mission briefing reluctantly. When he saw the title "Second Cooperative Operation" on it, he suddenly felt dizzy.

He did think that Lin Zheling was a good person at the time, but that didn't mean he still wanted to carry out such a mission.

"Director," Jiang Zhentai still wanted to fight for it, "I didn't complete the task well last time, and I didn't get any credit for the completion of the task. How about this time..."

The director interrupted him and made a firm decision, "It's settled."

Jiang Zhentai opened his mouth, nodded with worry, grabbed the mission briefing and wanted to go out.

"Where are you going?" The director called him from behind, speechless, "Did they let you go?"

"I'm so sorry, Director-nim," Jiang Zhentai bowed, "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"Don't leave in a hurry," the director said, "Come with me to the reception room to meet the guests later."

"If the people who came were guests," Jiang Zhentai asked weakly, "they were the criminal police who were cooperating with us to carry out the mission?"

"It should be," the director waved his hand, "but there are not only criminal police from the north, but also an agent from the FBI and people from Kinmen Security."

"There are more Americans than in the last mission?" Jiang Zhentai's pupils dilated. "Are North Korea willing?"

"The North will not slap the Americans in the face when they take the initiative to show goodwill," the director shook his head, "not to mention that they are carrying out the mission in our territory, why would they be unwilling?"

"That's what the director said."

Seeing Jiang Zhentai's lazy look, the director slapped the table helplessly, "Jiang Zhentai, focus!"

"Director." Jiang Zhentai smiled bitterly, "The last mission really left a big shadow on me."

"rise salary."

"Really?" Jiang Zhentai's eyes seemed to be shining, "How much is it going to increase?"

The director grinned and said, "Guess?"

The two argued for a long time, and the director did not reveal how much the salary would increase, but Jiang Zhentai finally felt motivated.

He followed the director all the way and arrived at the reception room ahead of time, waiting for the arrival of the other three parties.

The South Korean flag and the logo of the National Police Agency were hung on the wall. The atmosphere in the reception room was set as soon as the director came in. When the directors were all sitting upright with serious and dignified expressions, Jiang Zhentai was naturally no exception.

The two of them sat on both sides of a heavy sandalwood table. The rows of neatly arranged black leather chairs made the table look particularly formal.

Jiang Zhentai, who was wearing casual clothes, sat face to face with the director, his shoulders stiff, his back straight, his hands clenched together, his fingertips white from excessive force.

At first, he kept his eyes on the table. He could neither raise his head to look at his boss, the director, nor lower his head to make people think he was asleep.

As time went by, Jiang Zhentai's attention began to wander unconsciously. His eyes seemed to be attracted by something invisible and began to explore around the room.

He glanced at the flowers and plants in the corner, wondering what kind of plants they were. At this season, the green leaves of the flowers in the pot shone glossy under the light.

When the cup of tea on the table had cooled down slightly and the tea leaves were floating up and down, Jiang Zhentai immediately stood up and said, "Director Nim, can I ask for another cup of tax for you?"

"Just change it to coffee," the director nodded casually.

Jiang Zhentai hurried out, and his body was finally no longer so tense. He relaxed his back, let his body relax, and sighed comfortably.

On an afternoon in Seoul, the sun shone through the glass windows onto the corridor of the police agency. Jiang Zhentai, dressed in plain clothes, stood at the end of the corridor with a relaxed look in his eyes.

The police department is equipped with a coffee machine. Jiang Zhentai took out a few coins from his pocket. The coin slot made a crisp sound the moment the coins fell in, and then he started working.

His eyes followed the trajectory of the coffee flowing down, and the dark brown liquid slowly filled the paper cup. He picked up the paper cup and could still feel the heat from it, which was the unique warmth of freshly brewed coffee.

Jiang Zhentai took a sip. Although it was not a good coffee, it finally cleared his head which was a little groggy in the afternoon.

He quickly finished his coffee, put in coins again and hurried to the toilet. When he came back, a strange man was standing in front of the coffee machine.

"Excuse me," Jiang Zhentai said with a smile as he took the new cup of coffee from the coffee machine.

"Can you help me put in a coin?" the strange man asked abruptly.

Jiang Zhentai hesitated for a while, but still stuffed two coins into the coffee machine.

Although I don't know this strange man, this little money is not a big deal. If he is a new colleague, it can be considered as a chance to establish a relationship with him.

"Thank you."

Jiang Zhentai looked at the time, hurriedly accepted the man's thanks, and hurried back to the reception room.

The director inside seemed to have let down his guard a little, "So slow?"

Jiang Zhentai laughed and said, "Director, this is just a matter of urgency."

"Alright, alright," the director took the coffee he handed over, "My boss just called me, and the guests will be here soon. You better be careful not to look so out of place."

Soon, the door of the reception room was pushed open, and the man who had just asked Jiang Zhentai to help him put in the coins came in. He smiled at the two of them, holding a cup of coffee and sitting calmly opposite them.

"Who are you?" The director was a little confused.

"I'm an FBI agent assigned here to carry out a mission," Jack grinned, "Mr. Director, you can call me Jack."

As he spoke, he raised the paper cup towards Jiang Zhentai and said, "Thank you, Detective Jiang, for the coffee." "You're welcome," Jiang Zhentai responded with some surprise.

The director and he were actually very confused. After all, although Jack looked like a mixed-race, in the final analysis,
"Don't be surprised, you two." Jack smiled. "Isn't it because you look good here that you were sent here?"

The director was obviously quite interested in what was happening over there, and he asked Jack a lot of questions related to the United States in a roundabout way, leaving Jiang Zhentai speechless.

Jack didn't refuse, but just answered some of the director's questions with a smile.

"So," Jiang Zhentai felt something was wrong and interrupted, "Agent Jack, do you have more detailed mission information?"

He pointed to the documents on the table with a smile on his face, "Our mission briefing is a bit too brief."

"That's for sure," Jack had just finished his coffee. He glanced at the mission briefing on the table and couldn't help laughing.

"Your superiors look at Chairman Li in a similar way," he shook his head. "After all, this gang has only just arrived in Korea, so it's understandable that you don't know about it."

"Chairman Li?" Jiang Zhentai was stunned. "Is it Chairman Li of the Kinmen Group?"

"What else?" Jack smiled easily, "I'll tell you more about the mission when the North Korean police arrive."

After a long while, the door of the reception room was pushed open again, and the person who came in was very familiar to Jiang Zhentai.

Jiang Zhentai secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was Lin Zheling who came. If it was someone else, he really didn't know how to get along with him.

"Now that we're all here," Jack said with a grin, "shall I begin?"

Jiang Zhentai winked at Lin Zheling, whose face was still cold and hard. Lin Zheling frowned and looked at Jack, then sat down at the far end of the table, away from Jack.

"The Kinmen Group, don't we need to wait?" Jiang Zhentai was a little surprised. "They..."

"I have already sent the information to President Li," Jack said with a smile, "Can I continue?"

"Yes, yes," the director glared at Jiang Zhentai, "Agent Jack, please go ahead."

Jack didn't care. He smiled and said, "This is what happened."

Li You, who was far away in the office of the chairman of the Kinmen Group, was also looking through the specific information that Jack sent this morning.

As he watched, Li You couldn't help but frown.

The prisoner Zhang Mingjun was originally a North Korean soldier and is now an internationally famous North Korean drug dealer.

The FBI arrested Zhang Mingjun in June 2000, but due to the international situation at the time, it did not hand over the prisoner to North Korea in accordance with international practice.

In August this year, as the international situation eased, the FBI prepared to hand over the prisoner Zhang Mingjun to the North Korean side.

However, due to careless supervision, Zhang Mingjun escaped from prison on the way from the United States to North Korea, and almost all members of the US-North Korea joint team responsible for the escort were killed.

The prison break happened on the way to the airport. Zhang Mingjun set off an explosion during his escape from a prison in the United States, killing several FBI agents in the team, so the FBI was also ready to intervene.

It was not until September that the FBI and North Korea learned through investigation that Zhang Mingjun had fled to South Korea using a fake passport and was preparing to launder money.

The only clue they have is the tattoos on the criminal group's bodies.

"Money laundering." Li You raised his eyebrows. "So he's not an ordinary local drug dealer."

Now that I think about it, it seems that the intelligence said that the international situation eased when the first joint assistance operation was going smoothly.

Li You was not clear about the specific content. His understanding of "Cooperation 2: International" was limited to the introduction of a few dozen words he had seen.

He did know names like Jiang Zhentai, Lin Zheling, Jack, Park Minrong, and Zhang Mingjun that were written in the introduction.

He also knew that this was a story about a three-party alliance to catch a drug dealer, but he was not clear about the details.

And not only that, according to the settings of previous movies about North and South, the villain Zhang Mingjun, as a former North Korean soldier, must have suffered some injustice in the North.

Just like in "Cooperation", Che Qicheng's wife died because she did not receive good medical treatment, Li You felt that Zhang Mingjun might have a similar situation.

"President Nim," Jeon Jae-jun, who was standing in front of the table, asked, "We really don't have to attend? This is a good opportunity."

Since Zheng Zaizhong was sent to the United States by Li You, the only candidate for Kinmen security on the Korean Peninsula was Jeon Jae-jun.

"What good opportunity?" Li You glanced at him, "Do you want to deal with the police so much?"

"That's not the case," Jeon Jae-jun grinned, "I just want to see what the FBI agents are capable of."

"It just so happens that there is an FBI elite here."

"Then I have to say sorry." Li You threw the information to him, "Don't worry about how they act. Wait until they come to you for help before you take action."

Li You narrowed his eyes. "During this period of time, we have been using the name of carrying out missions to clean up the gangs in Pochuan City."

"Yes, President-nim," Quan Zaijun was a little unsure. He whispered, "Then how should we proceed? Can we use heavy hands?"

"No need to use heavy-handed tactics," Li You smiled, then shook his head and told Quan Zaijun, "The police and prosecutors in Pacheon City might be colluding with this open gang. If you use heavy-handed tactics openly, you might get caught."

"If they use the prosecutors' independent power to handle cases, things will be very troublesome."

"Then let's do it secretly?" Quan Jae-jun rolled his eyes.

"During the day, we occupied their store in the name of carrying out our mission and disrupted their business," Li You said with a sneer, "You can do whatever you want at night."

"Also." Li You glanced at Quan Zaijun who looked expectant. "If they start the fight first, no matter if it's day or night, you just need to strike hard. With a reputation, no one can do anything to you."

Jeon Jae-jun nodded, and just as he was about to leave the office, he stopped and said, "Chairman Nim, there is one more thing."

"It's about Yoon Ji-woo," he said carefully, "Do you want to hear it?"

"Yun Jiyou?" Li You raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong with her? Is she terrible?"

Quan Zaijun shook his head, "That's not the case. She is doing well now."

Seeing Li You nod for him to continue, Quan Zaijun finally spoke, "She really didn't seem to have any talent at first, but she seemed to have gotten the hang of it later."

"His fighting skills have improved very quickly. I don't understand much about the etiquette, but I should have a good grasp of it."

Li You touched his chin and thought for a while, "Give her some training on secretarial work. If possible, I hope I can use a new secretary this year."

Quan Zaijun took the order and left. Li You sat in his seat, thinking about something.

His secretary position has been vacant for almost two months, and the substitute secretary is not as good as An Sangjiu or Yoon Hyunwoo after all.

Li You felt that as a character in the same plot, Yoon Ji-woo might not be much worse?
It’s a pity that Li Youmo still has more than a year to graduate, otherwise there would be someone to choose from.

(End of this chapter)