Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 419: Border Gunfight
On the day Jiang Renjiu set out, they got up early and most of them changed into dusty work clothes from the warehouse.

According to David Park, this is the work uniform of miners, and they set out this time disguised as miners.

The sun was scorching hot, scorching every corner of the manor. Two small trucks with shabby military green paint were parked in the wide yard.

The guards next to them wore sunglasses and held rifles. Their figures looked a little hot under the sun, and most of them had their camouflage sleeves rolled up.

There were some people wearing light blue miners' clothes next to the truck. They were working hard to move the boxes in their hands onto the truck.

The boxes in their hands were heavy and ordinary, using the shell of a mining company. The appearance of the boxes was inconspicuous, but there were mysteries hidden inside. They were filled with their carefully disguised cocaine, all of which were priceless contraband.

Their movements were skillful and quick; they were very familiar with this kind of carrying work, and sweat streamed down their cheeks.

The man in the dark miner's suit was concentrating on loading boxes onto the truck, sweat dripping down his forehead, but he was not distracted.

Jeon Yao-hwan, who was not far away, stared at them, his eyes frequently looking around, and he seemed a little worried.

After seeing Kang In-gu coming out of the room, Jeon Yo-hwan called him, "Mr. Kang."

Jiang Renjiu turned around and Jeon Yohwan looked at him with a smile and tossed the baseball in his hand. "This is your first time doing this. How is it? Are you nervous?"

Jiang Renjiu chuckled and shook his head, "Don't be nervous, this is about making money. It's exciting."

Jeon Yo-hwan stared at him for two seconds and threw the baseball in his hand over. "This is a signed ball commemorating Park Chan-ho's 100th victory. It has always been my lucky charm. I give it to you."

Jiang Renjiu grinned and weighed the baseball in his hand, "It's Park Chanho's baseball. You're too polite."

"To express my apologies for not being able to come with you," Jeon Yo-hwan raised the Bible in his other hand, "I have church to attend."

Jiang Renjiu pursed his lips and nodded, sneering in his heart. He had lived here for a month, and Jeon Yaohuan had only visited him once.

"I'm giving this to you," Jeon Yo-hwan pointed at the baseball in Kang In-gu's hand, "to cheer you on."

Jiang Renjiu raised the baseball towards him and said, "Got it."

He turned over and climbed onto the truck bed, nodded to Jeon Yo-hwan, and the convoy began to move slowly.

After speeding up, the convoy entered the jungle area on the border between Brazil and Suriname in more than an hour.

As the convoy began to travel through the dense jungle on the border between Brazil and Suriname, the unpaved dirt road under the wheels kicked up more dust.

Leading the way was a white pickup truck with a machine gun mounted on the roof of the front cab. A dark-skinned man stood in the truck bed, controlling the machine gun and keeping an eye on his surroundings from time to time.

Two trucks followed closely behind, and in the truck cabins sat the drug dealers dressed in miners' uniforms, including Jiang Renjiu.

As the vehicle bumped and dust flew, there was a dull collision sound between the boxes, and Jiang Renjiu felt inexplicably nervous.

Since the trucks were loaded not with ore but with boxes of pure white cocaine, they were of course afraid of being caught by the Brazilian border guards.

The jungle was full of tall trees, surrounding both sides of the road, blocking out the sunlight, with occasional rays of light shining through the gaps between the sparse leaves.

Occasionally the sound of birds broke the silence, but was quickly drowned out by the sound of the convoy's engines.

The smell of soil and vegetation mixed in the air, creating a unique primitive scent.

After the convoy entered the jungle, the speed did not slow down. In fact, because there were no people, the driver sped up again.

On every dirt road, the wheels leave deep marks on the uneven ground.

Jiang Renjiu didn't know the black man sitting next to him. There was no one in the convoy who could chat with him. There was only the sound of heavy breathing and a rapidly accelerating heartbeat.

It's not just Jiang Renjiu, in fact everyone is on edge, waiting for any situation that might arise ahead.

Jiang Renjiu was playing with the baseball in his hand out of boredom, looking at the signature of Park Chan-ho on it.

This shouldn't be a fake.

After the convoy had been driving for a while, David Park, who was sitting in the passenger seat, picked up the intercom and informed the pickup truck in front, "We will arrive at the destination in five minutes. Security team, please stand by at the designated location."

He took out his cell phone, pressed the number of 'Gu Shangwan' on the small notebook, and sent a message to this number. It was a string of longitude and latitude coordinates, which told them the final handover location.

Cui Changhao, who was in Brazil, received the message. He was sitting in a black car with two empty trucks behind him.

He was a little anxious after seeing the message, "Received."

Cui Changhao picked up the intercom, "Jeon Yaohuan's people sent the final meeting place, which is ten minutes away from here."

"As planned before, our branch will conduct the transaction," Choi Chang-ho said. "Venezuelan colleagues, when the Brazilian border guards show up to confiscate the cocaine, you can just pretend to be frightened. Use the guns you are given as props and don't shoot."

"The goal of this operation is to avoid the use of guns and disband once they have seized the cocaine and funds."

"Due to bureau policy, we cannot reveal specific details. Please understand."

Soon, a reply came from the intercom, "It's the same in the bureau, no problem."

Choi Chang-ho switched channels and said in English, "I am from the National Intelligence Service of South Korea, and I am about to send the final contact location to the Brazilian border guards."

When Choi Chang-ho and his companions arrived by car, Kang In-gu and Park David had already gotten off the car. The men, dressed in miners' clothes, were unloading boxes from the truck.

Cui Changhao hurriedly got out of the car and closed the door. "Master Jiang, have you eaten?"

Jiang Renjiu leaned over and hugged him. "There were no rest stops on the road today, so I didn't get to eat a single grain of rice."

Jiang Renjiu lowered his head and pointed to the side, "But there is something more delicious than rice here."

“That’s great,” Choi Chang-ho smiled.

The colleagues Choi Chang-ho brought with him were also dressed in fancy clothes. While Choi Chang-ho and Kang In-gu were greeting each other, the colleagues from the National Intelligence Service opened the trunk, took out two large army green bags and carried them over.

Cui Changhao looked at Park David who was standing beside him, "Lawyer Park, everyone must be very hungry, how about handing it over immediately?"

"Great," Park David took off his sunglasses, "Show me the money first, this is our rule."

He first signaled the people who were unloading to stop.

"Of course," Cui Changhao spat at his feet, "it's a good habit."

He waved to the person behind him, "Come here."

Soon someone threw one of the bags onto the stacked boxes. Bian Jitai, who was waiting on the side, opened the bag, and saw that it was filled with stacks of US dollar bills.

Bian Jitae did not hesitate and picked up a small stack from the middle of the top. A small stack consisted of 100 sheets.

This stack of money was 10,000 US dollars. Byeon Ki-tae brought a money-detecting tool with him. He glanced at Choi Chang-ho and Park David, put the tool on the banknotes and scanned them, then nodded.

Although he only checked one, it was a completely random one, so David Park thought it was okay.

He smiled and nodded at Cui Changhao. Just as Cui Changhao was about to respond, he was interrupted by an angry scolding.

"Do not move!"

The rich scent of the rainforest is mixed with the smell of earth and mold, and the sunlight shines dappled through the dense tree canopy, forming patches of light, making it a perfect hiding spot.

The transaction was almost completed, but suddenly a scolding was heard, scaring them so much that they immediately turned around and looked towards the direction where the voice came from.

A group of soldiers in camouflage uniforms rushed in with guns pointed at them.

The soldiers' fingers were tightly on the triggers, ready to pull the triggers at any time.

There was silence in the air.

The leading officer walked towards the transaction scene step by step, his eyes were very sharp, scanning everything around him.

The officer's cold eyes scanned the surroundings like a searchlight.

"We are the Brazilian border guards, don't move." The officer's voice was calm and steady, cutting through the dull air.

Byeon Ki-tae, Park David, and Choi Chang-ho also raised their hands in a pretentious manner.

Sweat was already dripping down the foreheads of several people.

The officer noticed the small movement and took two steps forward.

"What's going on?" Choi Chang-ho raised his hands and shouted at Park David pretending to be ignorant.

"That is to say," Park David's face turned pale. "You two, stop talking," the officer said coldly, "What are you doing here?"

Li Xiangjun tried to reach for the pistol in his back pocket, but Byeon Jitae grabbed him and pulled his hand up.

"Are you crazy? We're all going to die."

"Don't call anyone yet, let me take care of it first."

"Hey!" the officer yelled, "Speak English."

He took two steps forward, stopped in front of the big bag of money, grabbed a handful and shook it, then looked at Park David with a cold smile, "What is this?"

Park David avoided his gaze and said, "OK, I'll tell the truth."

“We work in the nearby mines and come here to sell them what we are given.”

He smiled and said, "Can you please show some mercy and let us go this time?"

The officer's mouth curled up slightly, and he patted David Park's face with the wad of money in his hand, "The things you mentioned can't be sold for so much money."

The officer turned his head and said, "Lima, Macedo."

"Yes, sir."

"open to take a look."

Two soldiers opened a box and poured out all the cans inside.

The officer leaned over and looked at the packaging on the can, which said something about chocolate beans.

He shook his head, stood up and pulled out a pistol from his waist.

Aim and shoot.

Before the gunshot, Li Xiangjun pressed the switch of the walkie-talkie.

After a gunshot, a can was pierced and some white powder scattered out, which was ground cocaine.

"Ah." Cui Changhao turned his head and complained to Park David, "It's dead."

The officer squatted down and picked up some white powder with his fingers. After taking a closer look, he looked up at the people in front of him who had raised their hands.

“Isn’t this cocaine?”

"What?" David Park pretended to be shocked. "Oh my God, I didn't know that was in there."

The officer shook his head, "Take them all back."

“Hey,” Choi Chang-ho began, “you said this was a lot of money.”

As the two looked at each other, Cui Changhao smiled and said, "But that's not the case. Compared with your hard work, this is just a small amount of money."

The officer nodded. "Do you really think so?"

"Of course!" Choi Chang-ho grinned sincerely, "We don't need this money."

Seeing the officer's attitude soften, Park David immediately stepped forward and said, "If you think it's cocaine, then take it away."

"We will leave here quietly and never come back."

"Yes, you can take everything with you," Cui Changhao said, with his hands on his hips, "We will not come back again."

This was what he had originally intended, and the officer had discussed the plan with him yesterday.

Among these bags of money, only the top few stacks in each bag are real.

The officer narrowed his eyes, "Romito, take all the boxes away and check if there are any more on the truck."

"Yes."

"We have to leave as soon as possible, quickly!"

"Yes, sir."

Some soldiers drove away the drug dealers dressed in miners' clothes, while others began to move boxes.

The officer stepped forward and said, "I will confiscate these things and let you go, but you are not allowed to come near here again."

Cui Changhao smiled and said, "Thank you, sir."

Park David's face became a little gloomy, but he still forced a smile and said, "Thank you."

The two sides were about to ease the tension, but suddenly the roar of an engine broke the peace between them.

Not far away, a pickup truck loaded with a machine gun rushed into the battlefield like a wild rhino.

The sound of wheels rolling on the soil cut through the tranquility of the forest, and everyone's eyes were directed to the source of the sound.

"what is that?"

"Shit." Park David looked grim and snatched the intercom. "Go back! Go back!"

But it was too late. The pickup truck roared towards them, the machine gun mounted on the car flashing cold light, and bullets began to tear through the air mercilessly, whizzing past.

Bullets poured down like a rainstorm, and the border guards instinctively sought cover and fired back.

Cui Changhao's face changed drastically, and he began to hide with his men. Due to his identity, he could not shoot at the border guards.

In the chaos, Park David's face was as pale as paper and his eyes flickered everywhere.

A drug dealer was terrified and tried to hide behind a truck, but a bullet streaked through the air and hit his shoulder accurately. He flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground, with blood staining his clothes.

In the chaos, the pickup truck relied on its firepower to suppress the enemy. Someone approached quickly, pulled him up roughly, and stuffed him into the pickup truck.

David Park took advantage of the opportunity when someone was attracting fire and quickly ran into the car.

The pickup truck was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins. It reversed and turned around madly, splashing mud everywhere, then plunged into the dense forest and disappeared from sight.

The remaining believers had no feeling of being abandoned. They simply pulled the triggers of their guns and launched wave after wave of fierce counterattacks against the border guards.

In the chaos, a National Intelligence Service agent brought by Choi Chang-ho was shot in the arm and bleeding profusely. They took advantage of the chaos and squeezed into the car like a group of startled sparrows, taking advantage of the desperate believers to escape.

In the shadows of the jungle, gunshots rang out one after another.

The sound of hurried running was heard, accompanied by whistling bullets and rapid breathing. Jiang Renjiu looked panicked, gasping for breath, and kept wanting to curse.

He held a heavy pistol tightly in his hand, and after quickly looking around, he saw the truck that had not yet been unloaded.

Jiang Renjiu rushed to the truck without hesitation, stepped on the pedal, opened the door, and got into the driver's seat.

His fingers quickly turned the key, starting the vehicle, and the engine roared to life.

He slammed the reverse gear, and the truck began to back up madly like an enraged beast, its taillights flashing like red eyes.

The rear end of the truck hit the truck that some believers used as a shelter. Jiang Renjiu shouted, "Hurry up and get in the car!"

Bullets shattered the glass and whizzed past him. Jiang Renjiu raised his pistol and fired casually at the border guards.

Several believers who were hiding behind a truck saw the truck reversing and ran towards the truck, jumping onto it one after another.

Their faces were tense and terrified, the brainwashed believers believed in Jeon Yo-hwan, but they didn't want to die.

But when they touched the metal sheet of the truck, they felt relieved.

Jiang Renjiu did not hesitate for a moment. When the last person here jumped into the car, he ignored the other believers not far away, immediately switched gears and stepped on the accelerator.

The truck shot out like an arrow, and its tires left a series of deep marks on the dirt road.

As they drove at lightning speed, the noise of the gunfight began to be left behind, but the border guards began to shoot at the unshielded truck bed. There were not many believers behind them, and after one round of shooting,
Jiang Renjiu looked back and cursed twice.

Two survived in total.

(End of this chapter)