Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 406: Plotting against Jeon Yo-hwan

"Should we go through the whole process again regarding Jeon Yo-hwan's export of cocaine to the United States?"

"No problem," Jiang Renjiu looked at Cui Changhao and shrugged his shoulders. "You pay me every month, so you are my boss."

He stood up and posted Jeon Yo-hwan’s information on the whiteboard, then turned to look at Choi Chang-ho and his female colleague, “Pastor Jeon Yo-hwan now has control over the cocaine smuggling routes through the power of the Surinamese government, army, and police.

After the two leaders of the Cali Cartel were imprisoned, most of the goods were sold to Europe through Jeon Yo-hwan.

But he is not satisfied. In order to attract Korean believers for brainwashing and expand his cocaine empire, he now needs more funds.

So now they are planning to smuggle drugs to the Korean Peninsula."

Kang In-gu looked at the photo of Jeon Yo-hwan and felt disgusted, “So this stinky ray-like guy put cocaine in my ray.

Due to the obstruction of the Kinmen Group, the test ended in failure, so it was still impossible to smuggle drugs into South Korea.

Chen Zhen, the leader of Suriname's Chinatown, usually engages in smuggling, runs casinos and karaoke bars, and extorts fishermen.

He would do anything as long as he could make money.

But the main business is still smuggling, that is, supplying methamphetamine to Chinatowns in Europe, but the income is limited, after all, Jeon Yo-hwan's cocaine is more popular.

He wanted to do cocaine business, but he hadn’t found the way yet.”

Jiang Renjiu spoke clearly and pointed at Chen Zhen's photo, "So I want to start from this place, right?"

Cui Changhao turned his head and looked at his female colleague, then nodded slightly and looked at Jiang Renjiu, "If this first phase of the operation is successful, you will face the threat of Jeon Yo-hwan next."

"If you feel your life is in danger, please run directly to the U.S. Embassy."

"If I run away, won't I be unable to get the remaining money?" Jiang Renjiu said calmly.

Cui Changhao smiled helplessly a few times.

"Also, regarding the matter in Kinmen, we have already contacted our superiors and have discussed it for you," Cui Changhao patted him on the shoulder, "there are no problems there."

He took a cell phone and put it on the table, "You can contact your family and then prepare to start the battle."

Jiang Renjiu stood on the beach of St. Martin Island at dusk, the afterglow shining on him. There were a lot of garbage such as plastic bags on the beach. The environment was shabby and the sand was rough.

His face looked a little tired, his forehead was slightly wrinkled, and the collar of his floral shirt was slightly turned up, with many stains on it.

Since the channel through which the National Intelligence Service transferred money was a publishing house, he and Choi Chang-ho agreed to use the name of writing a book.

For example, the Business Directory of Suriname.

He called his wife Park Hye-jin and told her that he would have to stay in Suriname for another five months to write a business guide. After giving his children some instructions, he hung up the phone.

In the meantime, Park Hye-jin told him that people from Kinmen had come to their door before, and Kang In-gu was so scared that his voice trembled.

After hanging up the phone, he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he cooperated with the National Intelligence Service, otherwise he really didn’t know how to solve the problem in Kinmen.

The next day, Jiang Renjiu flew back to Suriname alone with his suitcase.

He took a taxi and went straight to the Cotai Casino in Suriname, which was Chen Zhen's old lair.

Although he noticed the person sent by Jeon Yo-hwan to follow him, this was what he wanted in the battle plan.

The Cotai Casino was magnificent, but there were no guests inside. Even the lights were not on, and the windowless corridors were extremely dark.

They walked along the corridor and reached the innermost part.

Jiang Renjiu stepped into the deepest room of the casino. He was surrounded by darkness, and the only light came from the swaying chandelier in the center.

There was a table under the chandelier, with several people gathered around it, including Chen Zhen.

The room was filled with a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol, and the figures under the light appeared distorted.

Hearing the door open, Chen Zhen turned around first and looked at Jiang Renjiu in front of him with raised eyebrows.

"A fishmonger," Chen Zhen said with a smile on his face, "He looks pretty cool."

Compared to the Kang In-jiu I saw before, the current Kang In-jiu looks much wealthier in his dress.

"Long time no see," Jiang Renjiu's gaze passed through the crowd and fixed on the table, where a man was lying, covered in blood.

"You got out of jail so early?" Chen Zhen was still a little surprised. "But why did you come to see me?"

Jiang Renjiu pretended to be relaxed. He took a few steps forward and looked at the man. "What's wrong with him?"

"I asked you first," Chen Zhen suppressed his smile and repeated, "Why did you come here?"

The two had dealt with each other before. Jeon Yo-hwan, who wanted to use Kang In-gu, helped Kang In-gu settle the conflict between him and Chen Zhen.

"Hmm," Jiang Renjiu asked as if he knew the answer, "Why do people from different countries want to meet?"

"Besides fighting, it's all about making money."

Chen Zhen walked over holding the electric saw beside the table, and his eyes seemed to glow red in Jiang Renjiu's eyes.

"You want to fight me?"

"No," Jiang Renjiu shrugged, "I came to you to make money." "Fuck," Chen Zhen looked at him with disdain, "I have plenty of money, why should I cooperate with you?"

"Like you?" Jiang Renjiu pointed his chin at the bloody man on the table, "You want to kill for a little profit?"

“No wonder you can never beat Pastor Quan in Suriname.”

Obviously, this is true.

But Chen Zhen was not happy. He pulled the chainsaw and it started to hum.

Jiang Renjiu subconsciously took two steps back.

"What are your plans? Did the pastor send you here?" Chen Zhen shook his long hair. "If you want to mess with me, I will gut you like a stink ray."

"The pastor put me in jail," Jiang Renjiu stepped forward, "and killed my best friend."

He glared at Chen Zhen. "If you don't want to make money, forget it."

"Your friend?" Chen Zhen sneered, "I heard he was killed by soldiers. Tell me what you want to do."

Jiang Renjiu took a step forward to retreat. He sized up Chen Zhen's posture and shook his head, "I'm in a bad mood. I don't want to talk anymore."

He pointed at the man at the table and said, "Keep cutting."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

But the men behind Chen Zhen pulled out their guns and pointed them at Jiang Renjiu, not allowing him to leave, "The boss is talking to you."

Chen Zhen laughed, "Can you tell me now?"

He didn't care about the expression on Jiang Renjiu's face. He turned around with the chainsaw and aimed it at the man's calf on the table. The man's swollen eyes were full of fear. "Boss, please spare me. I won't dare to do it again."

But as the chainsaw hummed, blood splattered.

The man is dead.

"Hang him at the intersection of our Chinatown," Chen Zhen's expression was no longer crazy, but rather heavy, "Let everyone see this unkind and unjust guy."

He dropped the chainsaw and turned around much calmer, "Come on, come on."

Chen Zhen sat down at a gambling table in the room and said, "Let's talk about it again."

Under the gunpoint, Jiang Renjiu seemed reluctant to walk to the opposite side of him and sat down, swaying his body.

Chen Zhen opposite had blood splattered all over his face, and held a freshly lit cigarette in both hands.

He glanced at Jiang Renjiu, "Do you know how to play blackjack?"

"know a little."

Chen Zhen saw that it was a card deal, "What do you want to do?"

"I want to sell drugs to South Korea, if you have any."

Chen Zhen held a cigarette in his mouth and said, "Of course I have the goods. Don't you know that I'm selling methamphetamine?"

"I want to sell cocaine."

"My methamphetamine sells well in Korea."

Jiang Renjiu shook his head. "In the past, the Korean Peninsula made money by three things."

“Cars, boats, meth.”

"But now there is an oversupply of meth from Southeast Asia and the north."

"Brother," the man behind Chen Zhen leaned forward, "How about we listen to what he has to say?"

“No cocaine, don’t do business with me.”

Chen Zhen squinted at him for a while, took out a small bag of cocaine from his pocket and threw it on the table to prove that he had some supply.

Kang In-gu shook his head, “I need a ton.

"Psycho," Chen Zhen cursed, "Do you know how much a ton of cocaine costs?"

"Of course I know," Jiang Renjiu nodded. He stood up and looked at the people surrounding the man's body. "Contact me when the goods are ready."

"Besides. I need a gun."

Golden Gate Group.

Sitting in front of Li You was Song Renwen, director of the National Intelligence Service.

He was a little curious, "Why did Chief Song come here in person?"

Song Renwen touched his head awkwardly and said, "There is something I want to discuss with President Li."

He had just learned about Choi Chang-ho's battle plan not long ago. It was to sell a batch of drugs to South Korea. Although it would be controlled later, it was still a taboo after all.

(End of this chapter)