Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 285 Found Clues
The next day at noon, Li You was handling work at the group when Quan Zaijun called, "President!"

His tone was a little strange. "We found a few guys selling red pills on the street before. We followed your instructions and did not touch them for the time being."

Li You was not surprised, "What's wrong?"

"The two policemen on duty got into a fight with the drug dealers," Quan Zaijun said helplessly, "What should we do? Chairman Nim?"

Li You tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his brows slightly furrowed, in deep thought.

"I'm afraid they've already alerted the enemy."

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Li You was somewhat helpless, "What's the situation over there now?"

"All the drug dealers have been subdued," said Jeon Jae-jun with some admiration. "That North Korean policeman is a good fighter."

"It might be a trap. Let's observe for a while and then take action if there is no problem."

"Just show up," Li You thought for a moment and told Quan Zaijun, "Tell them you are operating in secret and ask them to cooperate with us."

"Also," Li You recalled Zhao Yugui's request, "Has Zhao Yugui's daughter been sent to Seoul for protection?"

"We can get to Seoul today," said Jeon Jae-jun. "Who does the president plan to let protect this little girl?"

"I think her identity is quite similar to Yoon Ji-woo," Li You said with a smile, "Let her carry out this mission and see how well she is trained."

"Yes," Jeon Jae-jun waited for Li You to hang up the phone, then called the people around him, "According to the chairman's instructions, we will go talk to the police later."

This group of drug dealers were not Zhang Mingjun's gang, nor were they powerful figures. They were just salesmen pushed out by Zhang Mingjun. To put it bluntly, they were just a group of gangsters who met in Pochuan City to sell red pills. Their base was just a three-story building.

When Lin Zheling and Jiang Zhentai just arrived downstairs of the small building, it was an autumn afternoon. The sunlight was shining on the rooftop of the small building, making it look vast.

The two men in red and yellow are the leaders of this group of thugs.

The breeze blowing onto the rooftop was very comfortable, and with the sunshine, it was a very suitable place for a quiet time, but it couldn't block the heat mixed with the smell of sweat and tobacco.

A few drug dealers or hooligans dressed in strange clothes sat around a plastic table, eating the soup and rice on the table, but no one paid any attention.

Hong and Huang sat on the old sofa, the springs of which were compressed into silence, while the other little hooligans sat on a small stool.

When the sound of hurried footsteps was heard at the stairs, the short figure in red immediately forced a smile on his face, then turned around and wanted to speak.

Their business has been doing very well these days, and as the person in charge of intelligence in this small group, the man in the red jacket has made the decision to start selling his products.

But when he turned around, he saw Lin Zheling with a righteous face and Jiang Zhentai with a shifty look.

Jiang Zhentai is okay, but Lin Zheling.
The image was there. After the two figures quickly occupied the red-clothed man's field of vision, his pupils shrank, "Cops!"

The gangsters at the scene stood up almost subconsciously, the smiles on their faces froze instantly, replaced by obvious vigilance.

The air suddenly froze, leaving only the eye contact between Lin Zheling, Jiang Zhentai and the group of gangsters, like gunpowder about to explode.

The air was already filled with smoke and danger, and the tense atmosphere seemed about to explode.

After a brief confrontation, the man in yellow rushed towards Lin Zheling without hesitation, wanting to engage in a fistfight with him. The sounds of metal colliding rang out one after another.

Lin Zheling's moves were sharp and precise, with each strike aimed squarely at the vital points, while Huang Yi responded with brute force and cunning.

The sharp sound of rubber rubbing against the ground was like the prelude to the battle.

The rooftop of the small building became a battlefield. The sofa was overturned, the table was broken, and the soup and rice were spilled all over the floor. In the melee, ruthless fists and kicks became the most direct language.

Heavy breathing and shouting could be heard.

There was a chaotic noise at the scene.

Lin Zheling handed over his service pistol to the Seoul Police Department, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife. He picked up the fly swatter on the plastic table and dodged the attacks of the gangsters with steady and quick steps. He fought back heavily with the fly swatter, which still had some dead insects stuck on it.

A few thugs pulled out knives, but it was of no use.

The gangsters' steps were disorganized, and although their movements seemed to be very big, they pale and powerless in front of Lin Zheling's steady pace.

Lin Zheling's movements were concise and swift, and his figure shuttled through the narrow space. Every time the fly swatter drew an elegant arc in the air, there would always be a gangster who lost his balance and fell painfully on the cold and hard ground.

Lin Zhe Ling and Jiang Zhen Tai. Or rather, Lin Zhe Ling knocked them down. Then, as the last two men in red and yellow were subdued, the little hooligans squatted down one after another with their heads in their hands. Their body language revealed their inner fear and submission.

Jiang Zhentai pulled the sofa over and sat down in front of them, while Lin Zheling searched out a bag of cash from the floor below. There was a hint of indifference in his eyes, and he had no desire for the bag of money.

The sun shone on the bag of cash, and the light spread around Jiang Zhentai's feet, shocking him. He narrowed his eyes slightly. "So much money?"

He turned his head and looked at the gangsters, "Shit, how many drugs did you sell? Do you want to live?"

"Not much, either?"

Jiang Zhentai hit the man in red with a fly swatter and asked, "Did you let me speak?"

The fly swatter in his hand fell hard on the shoulder of the man in red. The sudden pain made the man in red shrink his body, but he dared not utter a groan.

The man in red clothes shut his mouth awkwardly, his eyes flickering, but he didn't expect to be hit by Jiang Zhentai again, "I didn't say anything!"

"Who told you not to speak?" Jiang Zhentai didn't buy it and raised the fly swatter again, "Where did the drugs come from? Who did you sell them to?"

The man in red lowered his head and looked at the ground in front of him. "We don't have the ability to do this. Someone comes to deliver goods to us regularly and asks us to sell them out."

"How long has it been?" Lin Zheling looked at him coldly, his eyes fixed on the man in front of him.

"About a month ago?" The red-clothed man's voice became weaker.

"One month?" Jiang Zhentai took a breath. He couldn't make the money he earned in one month in several years. "Shit."

His hand unconsciously clenched around the fly swatter.

"Sold to." Jiang Zhentai swallowed the question halfway through. Although he had never caught a drug dealer, he had come into contact with drug addicts during his many years as a police officer, so there was no way to check who he sold it to.

Jiang Zhentai's eyes were complicated, with both sympathy for those drug addicts and hatred for drug dealers. He shook his head, trying to get rid of these thoughts and refocus on the present.

Jiang Zhentai shook his head, "Who delivered the goods to you?"

"We don't know their identities," the man in red rubbed his hands together, trying to dispel the tense atmosphere, "We only know that they are very powerful and rich. We can only take 30% of their money."

Jiang Zhentai and Lin Zheling looked at each other, with a tacit understanding flashing in their eyes, and realized that this must be the right person.

"How often does he come?"

"So far, he has only come twice. The first time he came, he beat us up and asked us to help them sell things," the man in red said bitterly, his fingers unconsciously clenched into fists. "The second time he came, he took the money from the first time and gave me the last batch of goods."

"There's nothing in this building," Lin Zheling frowned and looked around, feeling an inexplicable anxiety in his heart, "Where did you hide the things?"

“No.” The man in red had a sad face, with helplessness and pleading, “I haven’t finished yet. This one just sold out today. They may have called today and may come this afternoon.”

"Afternoon?" Jiang Zhentai's face changed, "Isn't that now?"

"Yes," the man in red nodded weakly, as if all his strength had been drained out.

His face turned even paler and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Hurry up and pack up!" Jiang Zhentai urged the gang members anxiously, "If you cooperate well this time, you will be considered accomplices, and the charges will not be that serious."

Jiang Zhentai's voice echoed with unquestionable severity.

The hooligans obeyed the order and quickened their movements, frantically picking up the rags and debris on the ground. Their movements were flustered and full of anxiety.

"Brother Criminal Police," the man in yellow clothes said, "Can you police officers really convict us?"

"Shut up."

Jiang Zhentai lay on the edge of the rooftop and took a look, then helped the thugs clean up the scene and restored it to its original appearance.

After the scene was restored, Jiang Zhentai pulled Lin Zheling and hid in a corner.

The man in yellow quietly approached the man in red, "Brother, do you really want to help them? Why don't we..."

"Are you looking for death?" The man in red elbowed him. "While they are making a fuss, push the blame onto them instead of taking the blame on yourself."

The man in yellow sighed, "I know, brother."

"When they come, you have to act well with me and don't let yourself be caught."

"Then what about the wounds on our faces?" The man in yellow pointed at his own face, then at the man in red's face, "This will definitely be noticed at a glance."

"It's okay," Red Clothes realized that he was not as quick as this guy this time. He looked at the place where Jiang Zhentai and Lin Zheling were hiding, "Then let's try to delay for a while and don't let them find us right away."

In the corner, Jiang Zhentai's palms began to sweat, his heart was pounding, and he was observing every move around him nervously and vigilantly.

Lin Zheling was much calmer. His squatting posture was very standard and his face remained calm.

They waited until evening, when the afterglow of the sun shone on the small building, casting a golden glow.

Outside the small building, a long-haired man was accompanied by a subordinate and carrying a briefcase in his hand. He walked in front with an expressionless face. After he stepped onto the stairs, his footsteps echoed in the dim corridor.

Thinking of Zhang Mingjun's explanation to him, he felt cold in his heart. He was just a bait this time, but he still wanted to live well. He finally came to South Korea and enjoyed a colorful life.
This was the life the general lived abroad before, and he still hadn't had enough of it.

The long-haired man pushed open the door on the top floor of the small building and frowned subconsciously. His memory was pretty good, and he always felt that the layout upstairs this time was a little different from before.

The rooftop was still bright, and the long-haired man looked over against the mottled light and shadow.

The man in red and the man in yellow were sitting on a worn-out sofa. When they saw the man with long hair, they stood up with a smile on their faces and said, "Big brother, you are here."

"Where's the money?"

"Here, here," the man in red took up the leather bag next to his feet, "It's all here. I'll still sell it at the price you set before."

The long-haired man opened the bag and took a look, then nodded in appreciation, "Not bad."

"What's wrong with your face?" the long-haired man asked in a low, puzzled voice.

He suddenly noticed the fresh scar on the red-clothed man's face, which was particularly eye-catching.

The long-haired man looked around again and saw that the man in yellow also had scars on his face.

The red-dressed man raised his head and his eyes met the long-haired man. At that moment, the air seemed to freeze. He lowered his eyes and said in a trembling voice, "I accidentally fell."

The long-haired man frowned and looked around. He saw that the room was a little messy, but there were no obvious signs of a fight.

He slowly walked to the man in red, his eyes as sharp as a torch, as if he wanted to penetrate his mind. "I heard that the police have been very active recently. Are you going to betray me?"

The red-clothed man stiffened for a moment, but soon regained his composure, "Brother, you worry too much."

He took a deep breath, the scars on his face gradually became hot, and he began to feel a little panicked.

After hearing this, Jiang Zhentai and Lin Zheling knew that they had been discovered. Jiang Zhentai took out his gun and walked out with Lin Zheling.

"Shit." The long-haired man reacted quickly, pulling the man in red over and grabbing his throat.

"We are the police," Jiang Zhentai said coldly.

"Police?" The long-haired man complained, "Lin Zheling, aren't you hanging out with South Koreans now? Are you still loyal?"

Lin Zheling remained silent. This man was a traitor in the escort team and one of the murderers who killed the team.

"Where is Zhang Mingjun?"

"Do you want to know?" The long-haired man held the man in red to the edge, pushed him away, turned around and jumped down.

Before Jiang Zhentai could react, Lin Zheling jumped down.

(End of this chapter)