Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 383: Lone Agent
"Speaking of that woman," Cui Douri smiled, but his eyes turned cold, "I really want to know what you and she stole?"

"We." Chunchuan didn't want to say.

Cui Dou Ri didn't give him much time and just waved his hand.

Before Chunchuan realized what was going to happen, his mouth was blocked and the people from Kinmen on both sides pulled him to a table.

Choi Doo-il ignored Chuncheon's frightened struggle and lit a cigarette in silence.

As the night deepened, the screams here could no longer be heard.

Chunchuan's ten fingers were covered in blood, and the person in charge of the torture pulled the rag out of his mouth.

"Tell me," Cui Douri said, holding a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, "What did you steal?"

"We stole the goods from Liu Wanxi in Chungju!" Chunchuan's face turned pale, and his forehead was covered with sweat from the pain. "Park Hyo-jeong eavesdropped on the phone call of Liu Wanxi's subordinates and learned that the goods were very valuable and were sent as samples."

"So we stole it and tried to sell it on the black market!"

"Sample?" Cui Douri narrowed his eyes. "What sample?"

“Heroin?”

"Yes!" Chunchuan did not hide anything, "Now that thing is hidden by Park Hyo-jeong, I went there to find it!"

Cui Douri didn't care about this so-called sample.

He only knew who brought the drugs circulating in Gyeonggi Province these days.

"Liu Wanxi from Chungju City," Choi Doo-il read out the name, "Are there any others?"

"They are brothers," Chunchuan, as a member of the lower class, actually didn't know much, "He has a brother named Liu Zongxi. I heard that there is someone above them, but I don't know who it is."

"You are smart," Choi Do-il patted his face and pressed the still burning cigarette butt onto one of his fingers, causing Chun-cheon to lose his voice for a moment due to the pain.

"He even stole something and ran to Seoul."

"President," the people below also hurried here, "We have a general understanding of their situation."

"He and Park Hyo-jung started stealing things from nightclubs in Seoul a long time ago. Park Hyo-jung was responsible for stealing and Chuncheon was responsible for selling."

"They have a bad reputation in the Seoul nightclub circle. Although Park Hyo-jung is pretty, no one wants this woman to work."

"Park Hyo-jung has a daughter named Zheng Xiaomi, who has been attending a public elementary school in Seoul. She is also said to be a petty thief."

"That pawnshop owner," the subordinate frowned, "something is wrong."

This person was mentioned by Li You. Cui Dou Ri sat up straight and asked, "Why is he wrong?"

"The pawnshop owner's name is Cha Tae-seok, and the pawnshop is located at 3-21 Tongzi-dong, Yongsan District, Seoul," the subordinate read out, "and his life record is very complete."

Because of Cui Douri's instructions, they went to the police station to retrieve Cha Tae-seok's information. His men flipped through the information and said, "But there is no record of this guy from 91 to 98."

Cui Douri took the information and was silent for a while, then stood up and said, "I'm going to report to the president. Please find out who is the current leader in Zhongzhou."

He glanced at Chunchuan casually, "As for him, get rid of it."

Choi Doo-il had just walked out of the door when one of his men behind him pulled out a knife and slashed Chunchuan's neck. Blood spurted out of Chunchuan's neck, causing complaints from others.

"Shit, can you be a little gentler?"

"It's very troublesome to clean up like this!"

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When Cui Douri hurried to the villa where Li You was, he did not see Li You in the living room.

He bowed respectfully to Mou Xianmin who was watching TV in the living room, "Madam, President Nim"

"In the gym," Mou Xianmin smiled, "just go find him."

Choi Doo-il knocked on the glass door of the gym, and Lee Woo's steady voice came from inside, "Come in."

The lights are isolated inside the gym by curtains, and the light refracts on the white floor tiles, paving a golden path.

In the central area of ​​the gym, Lee Woo, with his well-defined muscles, was doing a warm-up that was considered extreme for Choi Doo-il.

With every steady breath Li You took, his muscles rose and fell, but not even a drop of sweat broke out on his body. It was unknown whether he had reached the level of warm-up with such a heavy weight.

Cui Douri stood quietly beside Li You, looking at Li You as if he were a living sculpture, showing the ultimate of human beings.

"Help me add some weight," Li You instructed him. When Choi Doo-il was helping him add weight, Li You casually asked, "Is there any progress over there?"

"Yes," Choi Do-il nodded, "We caught a thief who stole a sample of poison from Chungju."

"Poison samples?" Li You didn't really care. "Then you should know where the poisons come from?"

"Liu Wanxi from Chungju," Choi Do-il said respectfully, "but we are still investigating the people above him. He should be backed by a local company."

"What's a company?" As time went on, Li You's movements became faster and faster. The sound of equipment colliding echoed in the gym, but his voice remained steady. "Hold them directly accountable and make them give an explanation. If the company behind this dares to show up, we will deal with it together."

Cui Douri was distracted, and suddenly realized that they no longer needed to hide their actions. He couldn't help but smile, "And the pawnshop owner Cha Taesik, we didn't find any records of him from 91 to 98."

"As expected," Li You put down the equipment and wiped the sweat off his face. Although the weight was low for him, he still sweated after doing it many times.

He grabbed his cell phone, found the number of the head of the National Intelligence Service, and called him directly.

"President Li?"

"Commander Song," Li You said with a smile on his face, "We haven't seen each other for a long time."

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After some pleasantries, Li Youcai brought up the real business, "There's a guy named Che Taesik here, I wonder if it would be convenient for Chief Song to check him out?"

"Cha Tae-seok?" Commander Song paused, not remembering who this was. He smiled and nodded, "Is he from the National Intelligence Service?"

“Yes,” Li You laughed, “but something happened in 98 and I retired immediately.”

Chief Song thought about it and didn't hang up the phone. Instead, he hurried to the internal intelligence office while on the phone. He knocked on the table and said to the person behind the desk, "Cha Tae-seok, it's over in 1998, check it out."

Faced with the order from the head of the National Intelligence Service, the archivist still did it even though it was not in compliance with regulations.

Che Tae-seok's file was quickly retrieved, and Chief Song was shocked. "Shit, I remember who this is."

"The instructors of the Special Killing Division of the National Intelligence Service gave very cruel training," Commander Song said. "I was also one of the members of Congress who accompanied them on the tour. One of them fainted out of shock."

"After that, he was transferred back to the special operations team."

Officer Song raised his eyebrows and said, "I was wondering why I hadn't seen him since I took office."

It stands to reason that the top agents on the Korean Peninsula have almost no retirement life and will work in the National Intelligence Service for their entire lives.

"After completing the mission in 1998, his whereabouts were revealed. When he was on leave with his wife, he was shot by a sniper rifle. He survived after being transferred to the military hospital."

Commander Song shook his head. "Unfortunately, during that operation, his wife was deliberately hit and killed by a car. She was pregnant at the time."

"The psychological department determined that he was physically and mentally unable to bear the NIS mission, and he also wanted to retire, so they let him go after he signed a confidentiality agreement."

"Thank you, Commander Song," Li You said with a smile.

"It's a small matter," Chief Song also smiled, and did not ask why Li You wanted to investigate Che Taixi. "Next time when I am free, I will meet with Chairman Li to discuss it in detail."

After hanging up the phone, Li You looked at Cui Douri.

Li You just turned on the loudspeaker specifically for Cui Dou Ri to hear.

"Now you know who he is?"

"Then he is the most powerful killer on the Korean Peninsula?" Choi Doo-il finally understood why Li You said they couldn't beat him.

"But how can we get him to cooperate and help us assassinate Zhu Rongyi?"

"It's simple," Li You smiled, "Who is he close to?"

Choi Doo-il thought about Chun-cheon's words, "The thief's accomplice is Park Hyo-jeong. She has a daughter, Mi-mi, who should be very close to him."

"That's it," Li You threw away the towel he used to wipe his sweat, "Cha Tae-seok is a very loyal person, you keep an eye on Xiaomi and Park Hyo-jeong, if anything happens to them, you help them."

The next morning, sunlight came in through the window and woke up Che Tae-sik who was lying on the dining table.

Last night, after Xiaomi fell asleep in bed, Che Tae-sik slept like this with his clothes on all night.

He sighed and went to the room to find that Xiaomi had left and the quilt and pillow were neatly tidied.

Cha Tae-sik walked to the refrigerator in the living room, on which was a small note stuck with a cartoon Band-Aid.

It said, "I didn't have any ingredients, so I just made some." It also added, as if to take credit, "Am I good?"

Cha Tae-seok took the note and looked at his hand, smiling slightly. A happy yellow grimace was painted on the nail of his ring finger.

He ate the breakfast left by Xiaomi and got on the bus to the suburbs.

The suburbs were sparsely populated, with only a few people sitting on the bus.

Cha Tae-sik sat in the second-to-last row by the window. He took out an MP3 from his pocket, put the earphones into his ears, and looked into the distance with a serious mind.

After getting off the bus, Cha Tae-sik walked slowly into a remote resting place. There was an urn placed in a compartment of a memorial tablet.

Next to the box was a photo of a beautiful woman, and in front of the photo frame was a pair of white baby shoes.

Cha Tae-sik reached out his hand tremblingly and touched the pair of small shoes.

He stared at these things affectionately, then looked at the woman in the photo frame, and his thoughts returned to a certain moment in the past.
It was not until he went out that Cha Tae-sik took out a cigarette box from his pocket, hesitated for a while, put it back, and took out another lollipop.

He put the lollipop in his mouth and looked calmly at the black car on the side of the road.

Seeing no movement in the car, Cha Tae-sik shook his head, walked over and knocked on the window. Seeing the window lowered, Cha Tae-sik's first attention was the badge on the driver's chest.

He had lived in this small pawnshop in Yongsan District, Seoul for three years, so he certainly knew what the badge represented.

"Why are the people from Kinmen following me?"

"Mr. Che," Cui Douri smiled in the back seat, "Are you interested in helping us do something?"

Che Tae-sik lowered his eyes, shook his head, and turned to leave without saying a word.

"Park Hyo-jeong has been targeted," Choi Doo-il's words froze Cha Tae-sik in place.

"You should know," Choi Doo-il said with a smile, "Park Hyo-jeong is not a clean woman. She likes to be known as a thief. Many people over there know this."

"The night before last, she stole a very important item from a gang from another place," Choi Doo-il looked at Che Tae-seok who turned around, "She was courting disaster."

"She and her daughter have been targeted."

Cui Douri ignored the increasingly dangerous look in Che Taesik's eyes and just said to himself, "According to what we found out."

"This group doesn't just traffic in drugs. They also kidnap and buy and sell human organs. You should understand what will happen if you fall into their hands."

Che Tae-sik was silent for a while, then turned around and wanted to leave.

"Mr. Che," Choi Doo-il called him, "I know that with your skills, you might think you can protect them."

He threw out a business card and Cha Tae-sik turned around gently to catch it.

"But you are just one person," Choi Doo-il smiled, "Park Hyo-jeong stole so many things, and every time she finished stealing, she would run back to her home in Seoul. Seoul is protected by our Kinmen, so they are safe."

"This time it's different."

Cha Tae-sik silently accepted the business card and watched the two cars drive away one after the other. His eyes changed from indifference to worry.

He glanced at the name card, "Choi Doo-il."

(End of this chapter)