Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 390: Flames Soaring into the Sky

The neon lights of the city looked particularly dim under the dark clouds.

The sound of an alarm broke the tranquility of the night. The nearest police station received a report of the crime and pressed the dispatch button with tense fingers.

When they heard that it was Daying Manor that was attacked, their mentality collapsed a little.

They haven't even solved the security of the camp, so let the police solve it.
The low-level policemen were very smart. They did not rush there. They even took detours and procrastinated to delay time in order to avoid a real confrontation with the terrorists.

There are more people under Kinmen, and they started taking action long before they went out on police duty, and the carefully planned obstruction plan was quietly unfolding.

The streets on both sides of the road were surprisingly congested at night. Even with a lot of vehicles, they became congested due to several minor traffic accidents.

The sirens of the police cars heading to Daying Manor echoed harshly in the air, but were drowned out by the endless flow of traffic.

At the scene of the accident, two almost scrapped vehicles collided with each other, and the metal collision debris was scattered all over the ground. The fragments reflected the light of the street lights, flashing a cold silver color.

"Brother," a younger policeman frowned, "wasn't the car behind us in front of us ten minutes ago?"

"Are they taking a detour?"

"Don't mind your own business," the old driver slapped him in the face, "Are you in such a hurry to die?"

"It's better to take as long as you can."

Not only the two policemen in this car, but also the policemen in other places in Seoul encountered accidents.

For example, it's like a telephone pole being hit by an elephant and falling down.

Electric poles lay across the road, blocking the way.

Four traffic police were busy beside the fallen electric pole, trying to clean up the scene as quickly as possible and restore traffic.

Their faces were tense, with a mixture of sweat and anxiety, and the walkie-talkies in their hands kept ringing.

The police officers from other police stations were also forced to stop here. We could understand their work, but we couldn't see them smile when they turned around.

There were also a large number of calls to various police stations, and emergency rescue request messages poured into the police and fire department's communication systems like beads on a string.

Each request precisely pointed to the route the police car might take, clearly indicating some kind of deliberate obstruction.

This was ordered by Li You, and it was a telephone bombing from the Future Electronic Public Opinion Management Department, which is also known as the Water Army Company.

The police response on the Korean Peninsula is very special. Although the phone calls are anonymous, the Internet trolls specifically pick on those incidents where the police have to respond, forcing them to disperse their manpower.

But in this steel jungle, every minute and every second is extremely precious.

There were also police cars that ignored the warnings and shuttled on the road. Most of them were police officers stationed on the main camp side.

But what these policemen face is more dangerous than what others face.

Not to mention the huge trucks speeding through the road, even the sudden obstacles that appeared on the road forced them to slam on the brakes.

In the night, the tall buildings in the distance were brightly lit. Under these lights, the lights of the police cars seemed more urgent. They drew urgent tracks in the night, but they were never able to get close to the area where Daying Manor was located.

The policemen frowned in the car, anxious beads of sweat oozing from their foreheads.

Every time they think they are about to break through the obstacles, new situations will arise, forcing them to slow down or even turn around to deal with the emergency.

The radio inside the police car continued to ring, reporting the latest situation at the front, cutting into their nerves.

Jiangnan, the top floor of the Kinmen Group Building.

Li Youzheng received a call from Quan Zaijun.

"President," Jeon Jae-joon said in a cold voice, "Do you want to kill those people?"

"Did they see your faces?"

"Not really," Quan Zaijun shook his head, "after a few explosions, they were scared and fled in panic."

"Some people wanted to run to the garage, but unfortunately they found out when they got there that we had already blown up the garage," Quan Jae-joon smiled proudly.

After the garage was bombed, the bulletproof car was the only one parked somewhere else in the entire manor. They only left the bulletproof car unblown, using it as bait to force Zhu Rongyi and his group to come over.

"If you don't see them, ignore them," Li You didn't think about anything else, and looked out the window with a smile, "I'm still counting on this group of people in the camp who like to fight for power and profit to completely muddy the waters in the camp for me."

He certainly didn't kill the people from the large camp who lived in the manor.

Li You also wanted to keep them and let them fight for power with Zhu Mengyong, who did not have complete control over the camp, so as to completely disintegrate the camp.

"I see," Jeon Jae-jun nodded, "Then let's clean up the scene?"

"How much explosives are left?" Li You asked, adding, "Is it enough to flatten the entire Daying Manor?" "We didn't have much left after using what we used before," Quan Zaijun took a breath, but his eyes flashed with excitement. "If we spread them out in different places, we will definitely be able to blow up most of them."

These goodies obtained from the Russian arms dealer Yuer are indeed useful.

"Then blow up Daying Manor."

Li You thought of today's date. "Today is a great day. Even the biggest news will soon be covered up."

"What?" Jeon Jae-jun didn't understand.

Li You smiled and waved his hand, "Nothing, I allow you to start the bombing."

"Roger that!"

After hanging up the phone, Li You stood calmly in front of the French window, looking at the Seoul city with constant sirens. It was no different from Gotham. "Does it look like Sin City?"

"Yes," Mou Xianmin sat on the sofa, drinking red wine slowly, "With a criminal leader like you around, how could it not be true?"

Li You smiled, "What do you mean I am the chief of crime? People want to kill me, but I can't kill people?"

Mou Xianmin smiled, waved seductively, and poured a glass of wine for Li You.

"Come here first," Li You glanced at her, then waved her over and pointed in the direction of Daying Manor.

"Look over there."

Although Mou Xianmin didn't understand what Li You asked her to watch, she still watched with him calmly.

The two of them just stood there quietly, looking in the direction of the camp.

Until the roar of the explosion echoed throughout half of Seoul.

Mou Xianmin stared blankly at the flames rising into the sky over there.

"Fireworks," Li You hugged her, "Are they beautiful?"

Mou Xianmin smiled, turned around and hugged Li You's neck, looking at his face, "It looks good."

Li You pulled the curtains and stopped looking at the flashing lights outside.

The burning Daying Manor finally received support.

The police car's sirens pierced the silence, and the flashing red and blue police lights danced in the darkness.

They poured out of the vehicles in a tense and orderly manner, and their heavy footsteps echoed in the night wind.

Their eyes are alert, batons or pistols are tightly grasped in their hands, ready to deal with any situation that may arise.

But after waiting outside for a while, he felt that the manor was eerily quiet.

"What's going on?" A policeman frowned and reached out to press the intercom. "Has anyone been in there?"

After receiving the reply, the policeman shook his head and took two steps forward, preparing to walk towards the manor.

What they didn't realize was that Quan Zaijun and his men had placed a large number of explosives around the manor.

Just after they took a few steps, the countdown came to an abrupt end.

There were several loud noises, followed by a sharp explosion, and the manor was suddenly torn apart by an invisible hand.

The flames shot up into the sky, bright and short-lived, illuminating the terrified faces of every policeman red.

The shock wave was like a merciless train, knocking the police back and knocking them to the ground.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and screams and shouts mixed together.

They could only fall to the ground and watch the flames devour everything.

At the beginning, the dazzling fire was the most dazzling ray of sunshine in the dark night, and the light broke through the shackles of the night and pierced into the sky.

The raging fire, accompanied by billowing smoke, roared wildly, swallowing up all the former glory and honor of Daying Manor.

The flames were like hungry tongues, greedily licking every inch of the wall, and cracking sounds continued to be heard.

The surrounding trees cast shadows in the firelight, and the shadows were indistinguishable from ghosts.

The traces of the attack and the corpses turned into wisps of smoke and dissipated into the night along with the destruction of the manor.

(End of this chapter)