Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 299 The End of Mutual Assistance
The night at Incheon Port is as dark as ink. The sea breeze in late October is salty and cold, blowing through the tall containers and gently swaying ships.

The container warehouse in the distance looked like a huge iron box, and its rusty iron door creaked in the wind.

The dim light cast down from the top of the tall warehouse, casting a long row of shadows.

Inside the warehouse, Zhang Mingjun and a group of other people were hung by ropes. Their expressions were difficult to discern in the shadows, and one could only tell a little about their mental state from the tense lines of their bodies.

The air was filled with the smell of tobacco and sweat, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the silence, each step seeming to strike at their hearts.

Jeon Jae-jun's eyes lingered on every face, observing their facial expressions. He stood in front of Jang Myeong-jun and looked at the silent Jang Myeong-jun, "How do you like reading the newspaper?"

Following Li You's instructions, they sent Zhang Mingjun the newspaper of that day. Although the Kinmen security staff only showed it to him in their hands, Zhang Mingjun's small movements and emotions seemed to have decreased a lot.

"Very good," Zhang Mingjun forced an ugly smile, "This is the best news I have received since arriving in this country. Thank the president for me."

Jeon Jae-joon raised an eyebrow and patted his shoulder, "No need to do that for you, the president wants to see you."

Zhang Mingjun was stunned for a moment, but then Quan Zaijun took two steps back and let the guards on both sides step forward to take action.

Kinmen security personnel immediately surrounded Zhang Mingjun and roughly pulled him down. Several people held Zhang Mingjun tightly and took him away like an animal.

Quan Jae-jun walked in front and they followed behind, entering a dim room together. There was only a lonely chandelier that was shaking and making a shrill squeaking sound.

The guards from Kinmen Security brought Zhang Mingjun to the room and pressed him down on a chair. Zhang Mingjun sat on the chair, feeling the force coming from his shoulders on both sides, with his head lowered, casting a shadow on the ground.

Although Zhang Mingjun lowered his eyes, as soon as he entered the room, he subconsciously observed the situation here to see if there was any "what if" chance.

The rest of the room was very clean, only the corner was full of debris, which must have been cleaned up just now.

There was a table lying across the middle. There were no interrogation tools on it as Zhang Mingjun had imagined. It was just an ordinary table, wiped very clean.

The point is not these, but the person sitting opposite Zhang Mingjun.

"You are..." Zhang Mingjun frowned, "President?"

Zhang Mingjun frowned, the figure in front of him overlapped with a fragment in his memory.

That was the moment before he fell unconscious. A figure jumped down from the high wall and landed steadily within his sight.

At that time, he was still trying hard to focus his blurry vision, trying to figure out who that was.

Of course he had an impression of Li You in front of him. After all, the last thing he saw before he fainted was Li You jumping down from the wall. It was no exaggeration to say that he fell from the sky.

"It's me," Li You's voice was calm and composed with a hint of a chuckle, and he waved his hand to signal others to go out.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly changed from tense to tranquil. Li You's smile revealed a hint of confidence, which surprised Zhang Mingjun and even caught him off guard.

After the others lowered their heads and left the room, Zhang Mingjun moved his body in surprise, "Are you so confident?"

"How many of your people were killed by me alone?" Li You asked without further explanation. He just put the bank card quietly on the table and tapped the desktop lightly with his fingers.

"Let's make a deal."

Zhang Mingjun looked at the 'root of trouble', a stiff smile appeared on his face, his eyes looked particularly bright under the light, "President wants it?"

"Yes, I want to," Li You nodded calmly, then pointed at Zhang Mingjun, "That's why I let you live until now."

"You want a billion without any worries," Zhang Mingjun looked at him, "right?"

Li You smiled but said nothing. There was a subtle hint of amusement in his smile. He took the bank card away again and said, "Jin Zhexiu is not very careful with his words. It's easy for him to guess what you want to do."

Li You's voice was calm, but there was a sharp edge hidden in the calmness. His words were both a reminder and a warning.

"I also asked someone to check this account," Li You said, with the bank card lying quietly in his palm. "The 1 billion in it is still there, not a penny less."

"You want to kill Kim Jong-nam," Li You said, turning the bank card with $1 billion in it in his hand, "This is just bait."

"I can let you go," Li You looked at Zhang Mingjun, whose face was tense. "Whether you go out and fight Lin Zheling and the others or kill Jin Zhongnan, it has nothing to do with us."

"After all, aren't you now famous international fugitives fleeing on the Korean Peninsula?"

Zhang Mingjun thought of the newspaper and said, "Thanks to the president, we are really..."

He chuckled, with a hint of helplessness and a hint of open-mindedness in his laughter. He had already seen through the outcome of this game.

The corners of his mouth curled up, "But Mr. Chairman, your president has been exhausted by some things recently. Is it okay for me to kill Jin Zhongnan?"

"Him?" Li You raised his eyebrows. "Mr. President doesn't care about that anymore. Besides, the people in the north know your identities very well."

"The mission has been handed over to Lin Zheling of your team. The FBI and Seoul Detective are just assisting him."

Li You waved his hand nonchalantly, "Besides, do you plan to live?"

Zhang Mingjun was silent for a while, then shook his head gently, "I always hate doing business with big shots, but now it seems that this deal is still worthwhile."

If he had killed Kim Jong-nam and completed his plan, he would not cooperate with Lee Woo and would rather die than not.

But if he doesn't kill Jin Zhongnan to avenge himself, he will die with regrets.

"What should we do?" Zhang Mingjun looked at Li You, "Mr. President, do you have any information?"

"No," Li You yawned, "But if you are caught, you will be sent to Jin Zhongnan?"

Zhang Mingjun nodded and said, "Jin Zhongnan will not have anyone kill me before I tell him the whereabouts of the bank card."

"Then you're in good hands," Li You shrugged. "He'll be here tomorrow anyway."

Zhang Mingjun thought about it carefully, then nodded silently.

"The murderer of Councillor Kim Yong-soo has been arrested!"

"According to information released by the police, the murderer is transnational drug dealer Zhang Mingjun!"

"Victory of Joint Action"

“Hahahahahahaha,” Jiang Zhentai ate his dinner and looked at the photo in the newspaper, “It makes me look pretty handsome.”

After Zhang Mingjun and his gang were arrested, he was the only one who showed up in the entire Korean Peninsula.

The Korean Peninsula has star prosecutors, so it wouldn't be a big deal to have him as a star detective.

Park So-yeon looked at her husband's silly smile and rolled her eyes speechlessly, "When have you ever been handsome?" (Park So-yeon, Jiang Zhentai's wife)
"Don't say that," Park Min-young and Jiang Zhentai's daughter laughed, "He's still handsome when he gives pocket money."

"Pocket money?" Park So-yeon stared, "Where does the pocket money come from?"

Jiang Zhentai laughed dryly a few times and quickly shoveled two mouthfuls of rice, not forgetting to secretly glare at Park Min-young.

"But brother-in-law." Park Min-young frowned, "Why are there no photos of Mr. Jack and Detective Lin?"

"They. They..." Jiang Zhentai touched his head, unable to think of a reason, so he could only tell the truth, "Their identities are rather special, and they cannot be on camera."

There's no way a secret agent of the FBI and a member of the Northern Army could appear on camera.

Jiang Zhentai waved his hands cheerfully, "In short, the task has been perfectly completed. I promise that I will never accept any more in the future."

The phone rang suddenly, like the rapid beat of a drum, interrupting the oath he was about to make.

Jiang Zhentai's eyes fixed, and he glanced at the phone number. Surprise flashed in his eyes. He stopped talking and answered the phone, "Detective Lin, how come you have time to call me now?"

There was a hint of teasing in his tone, as well as a bit of relief after completing a mission.

"Something is wrong," Lin Zheling frowned, his voice coming through the microphone with a hint of urgency, "I just handed Zhang Mingjun over to the superior, but... did we miss some details?"

To Jiang Zhentai, his voice was full of doubt, and that signature frowning expression seemed to be clearly visible through the phone.

"Isn't that good? Why are you still concerned about the details of the mission?" Jiang Zhentai was a little confused. He held the phone and opened the mission report on the coffee table.

He flipped open the report, his eyes wandering over the words he already knew by heart, until at the end, a line of inadvertent clues jumped into his sight.

It contained his mission completion report and the mission intelligence that was given to him before. "There aren't many details. But we do have a clue that we haven't checked yet. Does Zhang Mingjun have a tattoo?"

Lin Zheling on the other end of the phone widened his eyes and murmured, "Tattoo?"

"What's wrong with tattoos?" Jiang Zhentai asked nonchalantly, "Isn't it normal for criminal gangs to have tattoos?"

Lin Zheling figured it out, and he lowered his voice, "I saw the tattoo this morning, but I didn't think of it for a while."

"See?"

"It's not on Zhang Mingjun," Lin Zheling frowned tightly, "The tattoo is on a big shot."

Jiang Zhentai also reacted. He grabbed the documents and went back to the bedroom, closing the door. "Is it from your side?"

"Yes."

After listening to Lin Zheling's answer, Jiang Zhentai also hesitated, "What should I do? My mission has already ended."

Lin Zheling was silent for a long time, and suddenly felt that he had crossed the line. He regretted dragging Jiang Zhentai into this again. "That's right. Our mission is over."

After Lin Zheling talked to Jiang Zhentai on the phone, he came to the hotel alone.

Lin Zheling's steps seemed heavy, his heels making short and heavy echoes on the cold floor of the hotel, and his heartbeat was pounding in his chest, as if it was about to burst through his clothes.

He stood in front of the room where prisoners were transferred, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself.

Fortunately, he had just walked out of here, and the bodyguard in black suit at the door did not have any doubts about his being here.

But just as he was about to knock on the door, he was stopped by his superior, Minister Li, who came rushing over.

Minister Li smiled apologetically at the bodyguard in a black suit at the door, and then pulled away Lin Zheling who was still standing at the door.

Lin Zheling followed the guidance of Minister Li. Although his heart was still turbulent, he tried to remain calm on the surface. Following Minister Li's guidance, the two gradually moved away from the closed door.

"Lin Zheling, what are you doing?" Minister Li frowned and called Lin Zheling to him. "Didn't you just leave?"

Minister Li's voice was cold and powerful, like the north wind in winter, piercing Lin Zhering's eardrums.

"Minister," Lin Zheling felt a little uneasy. He glanced at the ceiling, "Zhang Mingjun and..."

"Don't say any more," Minister Li's eyes turned cold, "If you continue, it will not do any good for you or me."

As he was speaking, deafening gunshots rang out from inside.

"Shit." Lin Zheling rushed towards the room at the other end of the corridor. His body was like an arrow shot from a bow. His movements were swift and decisive without any hesitation.

When he rushed over, the two men in black suits who were just outside the door had disappeared, obviously they had already rushed in.

The door of the room was open and the sound of fierce gunfire could be heard from inside.

Lin Zhering's brows were furrowed, the sound of gunfire echoed in his ears, and his heart was beating rapidly like a drum.

He stepped across the threshold and saw chaos before him.

Dust and smoke were intertwining in the air, which was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Bullets swept across the space like a rainstorm, shuttled through the air with bursts of sharp wind-breaking sounds, and hit the walls leaving white marks.

Outside the room or outside the building, two figures stood on a shelf, which was usually used to clean glass. The rifles in their hands spewed flames from time to time, and many bullet shells fell to the ground.

The bodyguards were mostly dead.

Lin Zheling glanced at the center of the room, where Jin Zhongnan's body was lying with a bloody hole in his head, bleeding.

Lin Zheling did not have any firearms in his hands, but fortunately he was able to touch the pistol on the bodyguard's body on the ground. Only when he could feel the cold metal at his fingertips did Lin Zheling feel slightly relieved.

The gunfire stopped, but the atmosphere in the room was still tense and solemn, with the air filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

The sun filtered through the glass windows, casting shadows on the floor of the hotel room.

Lin Zheling held the pistol steadily, and his fingertips could feel the slight vibration of the trigger. The sound of a gunshot broke the silence in the room, and the bullet accurately penetrated the head of one of Zhang Mingjun's men.

The man's body fell backwards weakly and fell onto the shelf outside the building, causing the shelf to shake.

The other subordinate became nervous and quickly jumped forward into the room.

Lin Zheling did not give him a chance and used furniture and walls as cover. After a burst of rapid gunfire, this subordinate fell in a pool of blood.

Lin Zheling stood there, adjusting his breathing, with no expression on his face.

(End of this chapter)