Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 516 Self-directed and self-acted
"President," Jeon Jae-joon came to report in person at noon the next day when Li You was free.

"It's all been dealt with," Quan Zaijun lowered his head, "Zhu Mengyong introduced it to Xinxing Bank."

"That will be interesting to watch," Li You smiled softly, "Now the whole of Seoul knows that the two major groups, Tianxia and Daying, are targeting each other's accounting issues."

"In the past, we each had our own black gloves to handle it, but now we have to rely on ourselves."

"Zhu Mengyong supported these people to help him sort out those messes."

"Shall we add more fuel to the fire?"

Li You shook his finger. "The fire is already burning high. The prosecutors will soon start searching Daying's accounting documents. They can't start now because the prosecutors on Daying's side are obstructing the search warrant."

"We blew up the Tianxia Motors building, which has fueled Jin Yongjun's anger. He will force the prosecutors at Tianxia Group to take more drastic measures."

Li You chuckled and said, "Zhu Mengyong must be very anxious now, eager to let this group of robbers steal his forged documents."

"I estimate it will be either today or tomorrow, you should go now."

"Keep an eye on the accounting department of the main camp first, and capture one or two people from that gang first."

Things went as planned.

Zhu Mengyong had many reasons to stop this matter.

For example, if the situation is tense and the prosecutors and police are keeping a close eye on the situation, it would be easy to be caught if you take action.

Zhu Mengyong even suspected that Jin Jianying made such a big fuss just to set Seoul on fire.

But he couldn't stop it, he had to hide those things as soon as possible.

He gave orders, requiring the talented robbery gang that he had supported to take action tonight.

To be honest, James thinks the best time is seven days later.

But they didn't have that much time to prepare, so he could only perfect the plan as much as possible.

Improve the plan.

The distribution map hanging on the wall was almost completely circled by James with red ink.

The densely packed markings on it will make people feel their scalp tingling just looking at them.

In the evening in Seoul, the sky is still covered with the veil of twilight, and the neon lights in the city are just beginning to shine.

James, a tall and thin man wrapped in a windbreaker, walked slowly from the elevator to the top floor, then walked up the stairs step by step to the rooftop.

This building is located on the side of the Daying Group, and most of the personnel can be observed from the side.

In his hand, he held tightly an ordinary brown handbag.

Although the brown handbag was heavy, the items inside were actually quite ordinary.

The cold wind on the rooftop was a bit biting, but James' face was still as cold as ice.

He opened the brown briefcase, revealing the telescope and radio communication equipment lying quietly inside.

He picked up the radio and put it on his ears, then picked up the telescope and put it in front of his eyes.

James' eyes stared through the telescope at the brightly lit camp building opposite and the floor where the accounting department was located.

Although the accounting department is an independent company, it is just a name.

James focused his gaze through the telescope in his hand, staring at the glass-walled office building across the street.

He kept watching, and when the sky gradually darkened and some time had passed since dusk, he looked at his watch.

At this time, the camp building was still brightly lit. Although it was impossible to see what the people inside were busy with, the lights still illuminated the building.

James began to visualize the building's structure.

From the bustling office to the many figures walking around the building, some are working at their desks.
The lower half of James' face was hidden in the collar of his windbreaker, but from his tightly pursed lips and the slight wrinkles between his brows, it was not difficult to tell that he was still a little uneasy.

He gently turned the knob of the telescope so that he could see the scene diagonally across the street more clearly, including every light and shadow downstairs, and even every car parked on the side of the road were jumping in his pupils.

James slowly put down the telescope and his eyes returned to being calm again.

The silver lining in this unfortunate situation is that the Daying Group has hinted that it will relax some of its vigilance, but not too much.

James' windbreaker fluttered backwards in the cold wind.

As the planner of the entire team and the commander who manipulates things from behind the scenes, what James can't stand the most is when the people taking action don't obey his orders.

He searched the side with his binoculars and spotted the van parked on the side of the road.

James put on his headphones and raised his hand to flip the switch.

After a faint electronic noise came from the communicator, James spoke, his voice low and powerful, "Are you ready?"

What responded to him was rustling silence and the confirmation voice of the people in the car.

"Yes, ready."

In this operation, three members will enter the database to steal the target items, one member will cover the rear and one will act as a driver.

The last person is responsible for cutting off the power.

James nodded, "Action."

At the same time, his hand pressed the button on his pocket alarm clock.

The pointer above began to tick.

Thanks to James's perfect command of every staircase and direction, the three robbers who entered the Daying Group building did not run into any security personnel.

But this is limited to stairwells.

After they reached their respective positions, James repeated again, "Ready?"

"Yes, ready."

He issued a command in a low voice, and his accomplices on the other end of the communicator received the signal to act, "Cut off the power and prepare to enter the database."

Following this order, the robbers who were responsible for cutting off the power supply outside the building without entering the building decisively began to cut off the power.

The building, which was originally brightly lit, began to become dark layer by layer, and many floors were lit up with the lights of mobile phone screens.

There was also a power outage in the surrounding residential buildings, leaving large areas of darkness.

James didn't notice at all that at this moment there was a tiny gleam of pride in his eyes, like a director who had completed his masterpiece.

Without the protection of lights, the building becomes extremely mysterious and fragile, just like a warrior who takes off his armor and reveals his weaknesses.

Due to a sudden power outage inside the building, it was pitch dark with only the emergency lights emitting a dim glow.

The masked robbers acted quickly according to the route James explained.

They held flashlights, which cast flickering beams of light in the dim corridor, and they were in a very nervous mood.

After all, this is the headquarters of Daying Group, not one of those small places.

These little guys didn't know why they wanted to rob this time, it was just that James said these things could be exchanged for money.

Their steps were swift, their prepared clothes blending in with the lightless night, and they approached the database silently.

The door of the database opened silently in front of them. This group of professional criminals entered the database like ghosts, their movements were skillful and quick. Every step that James asked them to memorize gave them a sense of familiarity here.

James didn't ask them to memorize all the plans, but only asked that through careful planning and detailed description, they could be as familiar as possible with the layout of the database.

James, standing on the roof, was the conductor who controlled the entire rhythm of the operation through the communicator.

The professional criminals entered the database, where files were neatly arranged on metal shelves. This was the most secret place in the building.

"Hurry up and find it," fortunately they all knew the file name and shelf number they needed to find.

At this time, we can still be busy but not chaotic, with clear division of labor and quick search for required files.

The flashlights reflected off the numerous yellow kraft paper document envelopes, and they occasionally ran their hands over the markings on the documents.

There are still uncertainties and dangers all around, and they must complete the mission as quickly as possible.

From time to time, the sound of shuffling documents could be heard. The sound was particularly clear in the silence of the database, but everyone remained silent, each looking for their own goals.

"Finally I found you, kid," the greedy robber who was beaten last time started to talk nonsense again. He patted a document he was responsible for finding, which was a whole box of documents.

The file box was labeled with the names of the files inside. When he stuffed the entire file box into his large handbag, he opened the lid and took a look, not forgetting to complain, "Why do I have to steal these things?"

"Come on!"

They quickly put the documents they found into their bags and disappeared into the darkness without looking back.

As they evacuated the building, the lights in the Daying Group building and nearby residential buildings began to slowly light up.

And alarms sounded in the archives room.

James stood on the rooftop, watching the four people responsible for cutting off the power and entering the building rush back to the car. After looking at the alarm clock, he nodded with satisfaction. It was twenty-one seconds faster than expected.

Good
The police are still far away.

It's near Xinxing Bank, which is quite far from the Daying Group building.

James also understood that the police and prosecutors responsible for investigating this case were all looking over there.

James felt that this was intentional by the big shots of the Daying Group.

The only prosecutors here are those responsible for investigating accounting fraud and corruption cases.

The windbreaker blocked some of the wind in the air. Watching the robbers' vehicle leave, James thought that the mission was successfully completed.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. After staring at the building opposite again, James coldly put down the telescope and wanted to start packing up.

James was clad in the night, standing on the edge of the rooftop, gathering his things.

The game was over, and his stupid subordinates had played their roles perfectly this time, without making the mistakes he could not tolerate.

James had a vague indifference on his face. He picked up his brown leather handbag and was about to leave, but was flashed by a faint light.

After catching a glimpse of an unusual beam of light, the extremely cautious James instantly realized what it was. He unzipped his handbag, pulled out a simple monocular telescope, and looked in the direction of the light.

The light flashed out from the windows of the residential buildings on the side, so.
The lens barrel is slowly raised from low to high, and the eyes are scanning.

As the scene in the distance gradually became clear, his eyes narrowed.

It was a strange face, a man in home clothes, standing in the room, pointing the astronomical telescope in his hand at him on the roof.

When James stared over through the telescope, the young man nervously turned his eyes away from the astronomical telescope and tilted his head to look over here.

His eyes met James' in mid-air.

Startled, the young man quickly closed the curtains and hid himself behind them, trying to hide from prying eyes.

James counted from top to bottom, then from left to right, and after five seconds he had determined the location of the room. The room number took shape in his mind like a seed taking root and sprouting.

He stuffed the monocular into his handbag and strode downstairs.

He crossed the intersection from the path and merged silently into the night.

He ran towards the residential building, his footsteps echoing on the ground, and every step he took was solid ground.

There was a barely perceptible flash of fear in James' eyes.

After going upstairs, James' pace became faster. The lights in the stairwell were dim, and his shadow stretched and shortened on the wall. As he continued to rise, the entire floor was shrouded in his murderous aura.

The process of him going upstairs was like passing through a long dark tunnel, and his eyes revealed an unquestionable ferocity.

James has experienced what it feels like to lose his freedom, and he will never let that happen again.

The stranger who had witnessed his existence had become a hidden danger that he had to eliminate.

James' figure flashed from time to time, and his shadow on the wall was blurry.

When the last step was taken, he crossed the final boundary and entered the hunting ground in search of prey.

The corridor of the residential building was dark and quiet, with only the sound of his breathing echoing in the air.

"601."

"602."

"."

"607."

James stopped, took out the pen from his pocket, opened the cap with his thumb, and took out the pen with one hand holding it backwards.

He placed his handbag on the fire hydrant next to him, his muscles tense.

He raised his other hand and knocked gently on the door.

At this moment, his heart was already filled with violence. Even from the expression on the young man's face, it was unclear what he was doing, perhaps he was just curious.

But this person saw him after all.

The dim light sprinkled in the dilapidated corridor. The murderous intent in James' heart was like the calm before the storm. Even his breathing became rapid, and the pen in his hand was shaking with his fist.

"Who?" The young man was not a very vigilant guy, but he still asked the question in a routine manner.

"I'm from the property management of the residential complex," James said calmly, "The power outage in the residential building just now, I wanted to come over to understand the situation."

"Oh"

The young man began to open the door.

As the doorknob turned, James' breathing became more rapid, and his heartbeat was like a war drum urging him on.

The door opened quietly, and the young man was about to step back to make the door open wider.

But the violence in James' heart burst out at that moment.

He held the door with his hand in a black leather glove, looked around within a second to make sure there was no one in the corridor, then stepped sideways into the door and closed it heavily.

James, with a grim expression, roughly grabbed the young man's throat with his forearm and looked into the one-bedroom apartment. "Do you live alone?"

The young man looked at him with horror and nodded fearfully.

James grabbed the young man's left forearm and slid it to the left, allowing his left hand to pinch the young man's chin, and then he slammed the young man's head to the right.

The young man was forced to expose his soft neck.

The light in the room only illuminated James's hideous face at that moment, and the pen that was no longer writing words but was stained with blood.

The pen in James' hand, originally a tool for writing, has now become a deadly weapon.

Without a moment's hesitation, he swung the pen in his hand. The silver tip flashed coldly under the light. He pierced the young man's artery and pulled it out.

The scream was short and painful, and then it died down. James held the young man on the cabinet behind him, preventing him from falling to the ground. Five seconds later, when he was sure that the young man would not make any more sound, he let go of his hand and let the young man fall to the ground.

The whole process went smoothly. The young man fell to the ground, his hands still shaking, but he was obviously dying.

James lifted his leg over his hand to avoid getting the blood on himself.

He came to the astronomical telescope and observed the angle. It was indeed his angle.

James took a deep breath, returned the telescope to its correct position, and then carefully searched through the boxes, looking for all of the young man's video equipment.

After making sure there was no problem, he dragged the young man to the bathroom and laid the young man's bed sheet on the floor to absorb the blood to prevent it from flowing out through the gap in the door.

"call"

James breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as I was about to turn the doorknob and go out, I received a call.

The call came from a suited robber in the gang whom he trusted more. James picked up the phone and waited for the other party to speak, "."

"The fat guy is missing, and we can't contact him," the robber in a suit said at the agreed location, his voice trembling with anxiety, "Will he be caught?"

"Captured" James frowned, "Impossible, I saw the safe retreat with my own eyes."

"Anyway," the suit robber smiled bitterly, "I'm still going to cause you trouble."

James was very dissatisfied. He didn't want his team to always lag behind, but there was nothing he could do.

There is no better person to recruit in the market right now.

All the talents of Xiba were poached by Kinmen. This group of kidnappers were people that Kinmen looked down upon. It was all thanks to his planning and command abilities that they were able to succeed in the robbery.

"I see," James said in a deep voice, "I'll deal with this matter later. You guys wait for me there and deliver the documents first."

"clear."

James was a little angry. He turned the doorknob and stepped out.
"Hello."

Look at the men in black suits blocking the door, and then look at the expensive silenced pistols in their hands.

James himself couldn't even reach into his pocket to take out his only weapon, the pen.

"Calm down," Jeon Jae-joon smiled and pushed aside the black suits that blocked his view, "These are our friends."

James frowned, "You are"

His brain was working and he soon came up with the answer.

"Golden Gate."

The camp is robbing itself, or someone is eyeing these files that can cause huge losses to the camp
(End of this chapter)