Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 537: Everyone Has Their Own Agendas, and the Great Purge
Jun Ji-hyun was resting in the lounge tiredly, her mind a little dazed.

Li You put on his clothes and walked out of the room, and saw Mou Xianmin sitting outside with a smile on her face.

"Welcome home," Mou Xianmin licked her red lips charmingly, "Are you satisfied with the gift?"

"Not bad," Li You shrugged. He sat down on the sofa, without paying attention to etiquette, and pulled his wife over.

"Why did you think of this?"

"Isn't this because of your hard work and contribution?" Mou Xianmin sighed, hugged Li You's neck from the side, and pressed his cheek against his chest.

She wrinkled her nose but didn't move her cheek away. "You've been hanging out with those who control the underworld these past few days. Who knows if they'll have any bad intentions."

"What if we don't reach an agreement?"

Li You chuckled and patted her shoulder, "How is that possible?"

"These people are now beginning to decline," Li You shared with her what he saw and heard.

"The three Italian companies have their own agenda," Mou Xianmin thought thoughtfully, "Do they all want to be the top brand in Italy?"

"Do you feel that you look similar to us?" Li You lowered his head and smelled the fragrance of her hair.

"That's right," Mou Xianmin replied softly, "They are also three families with their own ulterior motives."

Kinmen, Tianxia, ​​and Daying.

Camorra, 'Ndrangheta, Cosa Nostra.

Although the competition among the three companies on the Korean Peninsula mainly takes place at the business level, the silent war of reputation also began early on.

"That old D'Antonio wants to tie me to the D'Antonio family's chariot," Li Youyuan looked out the floor-to-ceiling window at Seoul, and snorted when he thought of the brother and sister killing each other openly in the future.

“The Italian Mafia will no longer do such brutal things as they did in the last decade. Instead, they have turned the visible into the invisible and started to infiltrate into all walks of life in Italy, reducing their presence on the surface world,” Li You tilted his head, and Mou Xianmin made room for him so that he could lie on her lap.

"The three families each guard their own territory and act as the head of their own small piece of land."

Mou Xianmin reached out and gently pressed Li You's head, "Are you interested in one of these?"

"I'm not sure yet," Li You really couldn't make up his mind. "These three companies are constantly fighting among themselves. If there are foreign forces going to Italy, they can unite to face the outside world, but it depends on the trend..."

Li You thought about what he had talked about with the small clan leaders at the banquet. "The members of the 'Ndrangheta are even more powerful than Sicily. They are the most closed among these mafias."

"Why?" Mou Xianmin really didn't understand, and there was some confusion on her face.

Li You hesitated for a moment and decided to tell her.

Li You did learn some of the Mafia's ideas from the many Camorra patriarchs.

From the beginning, the 'Ndrangheta has placed great emphasis on recruiting blood relatives to join.
Because blood is thicker than water, it is difficult to betray family.

Those born into a 'Ndrangheta family can join the organization at the age of fourteen. They must also swear an oath in the name of Jesus Christ, and the families of new members must also pay contributions to the organization on a regular basis. Betraying the organization is tantamount to betraying their own relatives and family members.

"." Mou Xianmin took a breath, "Then with its current scale, doesn't it mean that every newborn has a future planned?"

"That's not the case," Li You chuckled, "They still gave us a choice."

“But most will still join. After all, if they are born in such a family, their parents or even grandparents may be members of the 'Ndrangheta.”

Because of this unique philosophy, the 'Ndrangheta is somewhat different from the other two mafias.

Both Camorra and 'Our Business' are made up of many families, each with its own head of household (boss).

But the 'Ndrangheta is more divided and can more easily spread to every corner of Calabria (which belongs to Italy).

Generally, there will be seven families in a region, with at least forty-nine 'Ndrangheta members. They will form a 'region', which is organized by the elders of the seven families. Each family has control over the territory belonging to its region, and operates in an extremely low-key manner in the region, monopolizing all local legal or illegal activities.

Different families can intermarry, making the two sides related.

Above the 'region', there are several larger aggregation units.

"It sounds true." Mou Xianmin frowned, "This kind of development will take many, many years."

She thought about the mafia that had infiltrated every local Italian and it was indeed creepy.

"But this method cannot be used on the Korean Peninsula," Li You shook his head. "The 'Ndrangheta and Cosmos are confined to their own little corners, and even recruit pure-blooded Italians from their own territories."

"Isn't it still just the Camorra?"

“So I said it needs to be considered,” Li You said softly: “I watched for a while at the banquet, and this old D’Antonio communicated with almost all the giants, except the guy from Mexico.

I don’t think anyone will agree to support them right away.”

"Everyone knew his plight and that he needed help."

Li You pointed to his desk and said, "There is a document I brought back from Italy on the desk."

"What is it?"

Li You raised his eyebrows, "The sincerity from other families in Camorra."

"The Cassano family gave me an entire wine estate."

"Though not the one where meetings and banquets are held."

"The whole thing?" Mou Xianmin was really yearning. She had seen the photos Li You had taken of her. Although it was the territory of the mafia, the manor and castle were still there.
It's really beautiful, especially because it produces a lot of wine.

Even if we go back hundreds of years on the Korean Peninsula, we won’t be able to find such a castle.

"If you want to go," Li You saw the yearning in her eyes, "I'll take you there next time."

Mou Xianmin smiled and kissed Li You's cheek. After a pause, she spoke again, "They also want to compete for the top spot in Camorra?"

"Of course," Li You smiled, "The internal situation of Camorra is even more leaky now. Although everyone still respects old D'Antonio and the D'Antonio family, they only came up to communicate with me after him.

But one thing is obvious: old D'Antonio will not live long, and his two children still cannot convince the public.

The Mafia families have been waiting for a long time to become the leaders of the new generation."

"To be honest," Li You narrowed his eyes, "If the Cassano family could get him to the top, I might really choose them."

"he?"

"He's Korean," Li You thought of Vincenzo, "He's said to be the adopted son of old Cassano, and now he's the legal advisor to the Cassano family."

Vincenzo is truly amazing, both in the show and in today’s world.

In an ordinary mafia family, the official members include the boss, legal adviser, second-in-command, commander and soldiers.

Each family is controlled by only one boss, and the boss and the family's specific actions are isolated by layers of confidants.

The boss can appoint advisors from the family to control the family.

The boss' closest and most trusted family member is the legal advisor.

A Korean with absolutely no Italian ancestry became the person most trusted by old Cassano.

It’s interesting to think about.

"Vincenzo Cassano..." Mou Xianmin knew that Li You had targeted this man, so he simply wrote down the name.

"There are others, what's their situation?"

"The others," Li You paused, "are all quite strange. These giants in the underground world all have their own characteristics. The only one we should stay away from is the Mexican."

These days, even people in the underworld don't want to have anything to do with Palma and his boss.

The drug lords in Latin America are collectively called cartels.

In the history of financial economics, a cartel refers to an alliance that stifles competitors and fixes product prices.

The "cartels" in the Latin American drug industry are alliances of underworld bosses who each have their own territories and expertise in the industry, and their purpose is also to bargain and suppress opponents.

Li You was silent for a while, then said with emotion: "Their base is the mafia, but they are more powerful than the mafia. Compared to the gang fights, what the cartels have started is more like a rebellion against the government, which can be called a civil war."

He exclaimed in amazement, "Especially in Mexico, it's really..."

"Even the military is 90 percent drug dealers and addicts."

The reason why we don’t want to get involved with such powerful cartels is because they are too ostentatious and too disgusting.

They would often chop up high-ranking local government officials, some of whom had American backgrounds, into pieces, and then release bloody videos of the chopping blocks, even with their family members involved.

Palma's big boss Guzman is the former world's most wanted criminal who is now imprisoned in a Mexican prison. The reason he went to prison on his own was to evade capture by the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration and did not want to be tried there.

If the DEA proposes to extradite him to the United States, I guarantee that he will disappear from prison immediately and become the world's most wanted criminal again.

Even though Li You is promoting the sale of future cars in Latin America, he does not want to be involved with the cartels, otherwise even his Kinmen Security registered in the United States will be targeted, not to mention that there are still large numbers of US troops on the Korean Peninsula.

Mou Xianmin listened for a long time. She felt a little uncomfortable curled up, so she stood up and stretched, showing her body curves.

She was wearing a regular professional attire, which made her even the slightest stretch look elegant and intellectual.

Li You looked back at the closed door of the lounge, and thought about Jun Ji-hyun, whose fighting ability was also relatively low.

He stood up, hugged Mou Xianmin, picked her up with one hand and went to the lounge.

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In the lounge, when Jun Ji-hyun woke up, she still felt the bed shaking.

She opened her eyes drowsily and saw the eldest lady's face next to her, with a blush on her fair cheeks.

Startled, Jun Ji-hyun immediately closed her eyes. After a while, she heard the noise continuing, so she had to bite the bullet and open her wet eyes, meeting Mou Hyun-min's seductive eyes.

"Husband and wife"

When Li You was fighting one against two, his news spread throughout the entire underground world.

The deputies of the High Table, their vassals, and the Continental hotels in various places all received the communications.

The twelfth seat of the High Table appeared again.

Two days later, Los Angeles, Genetic Research Institute.

There was a faint light on the glass of the tall buildings on the surface.

Inside the underground research institute, in a room that looked quite cozy and under dim lights, a small cake was quietly placed on a small table. The candlelight on it was flickering, but the sweet fragrance of the cream was still mixed with the smell of laboratory disinfectant.

The smell of disinfectant came from the researchers sitting in a circle. They had different expressions, some frowned in thought, some looked hesitant, and everyone might have different plans in mind.

The words "Happy Birthday" on the cake don't fit in with the cold hearts of the people around.

In the entire room, only Daniel's eyes revealed a hint of warmth. There was no scientific coldness, but a simple desire to celebrate.

"Shall we sing birthday song?" In fact, Daniel didn't know how Dr. Bai had celebrated Witch No. 1's birthday in the past, so this year he celebrated her birthday the same way outside and even brought along a few researchers.

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"Uncle," Witch No. 1 tugged at his sleeve, "Shall we sing together?"

"it is good"

Daniel sang the birthday song softly, with a slight tremor in his voice, trying to maintain the warmth here.

He feels now.
The researchers here have lost their true humanity.

He looked around while singing. Except for the two of them, everyone else's smiles seemed forced, even a little stiff.

From time to time, their eyes turned to Witch No. 1 who was sitting next to Daniel. While celebrating indifferently, they also hid a hint of vigilance.

A 'witch' is a witch.

This was the most important thing they told Daniel, in the study
As Witch No. 1, they are born with violent genes and cannot be good children.

Can.
Daniel sang and turned to look at Witch No. 1.

The girl called the 'witch' had a big smile on her face and her eyes were clear, and she probably didn't even notice the tension in the room.

Did they make a mistake?

That's what Dr. Daniel thought before he lit the candle.

Especially when he thought about how his previous research on killer genes had caused many children to be questioned and paid attention to, Daniel felt a surge of regret.

Then the warm yellow flames danced, illuminating his increasingly sincere expression, and the birthday song he led in singing became louder and louder, and his voice was full of sincerity and blessings.

It’s just a birthday, Daniel advised himself in his heart: Be happier.

Witch No. 1 is just like an ordinary little girl, with a happy face, a smile on her face, and a child's innocence sparkling in her eyes.

She was immersed in the joy of the moment, completely ignoring the strange expressions of the people around her.

The candlelight danced in her eyes, reflecting fragments of warm colors, and Daniel's singing was still echoing in the laboratory.

Witch number one clapped her hands, feeling a little touched:

Just spare his life.

"Do you want to blow out the candles?" Daniel, who had no idea that he had saved his life because of his sincerity towards the child, smiled at Witch No. 1 and even reached out to touch her head. "Make a wish."

Witch No. 1 listened to the noise outside, her eyes flashing with anticipation, "I want to take a photo with the uncle first!"

Daniel thought of the photo of Witch No. 1 and Dr. White, so he smiled and agreed.

"Trevor," Daniel handed the camera to the male researcher sitting opposite him, "Take a picture for us."

Trevor hesitated for a moment, then nodded as he looked at the intimacy between the two and raised his camera.

Dim lights, a cake covered with white cream, burning candles, and two people smiling.

These were captured in that photo.

At the same time, tension began to spread in other parts of the underground research institute.

The order from the head office is an iron law and a death sentence.

Under the cold lights that were everywhere in the institute, many silent figures were cast on the floor.

From time to time, there were sounds of instruments, and the genetically modified people were recalled, naturally unaware that they were now garbage.

But after getting off the elevator, Dr. Bai, who had summoned them, did not show up. These people realized something, and with anxiety and fear on their faces, they subconsciously huddled together.

"Dr. Bai!" Someone frowned and shouted hysterically, "Dr. Bai!"

There was no response at all, and the elevator behind me was locked after I came down.

Zhang Mingyi, who was standing in the crowd, frowned and said, "."

"Brother," Park Yangxi nudged him with his elbow, "How about we..."

He looked at Zhang Mingyi with inquiring eyes. According to the prior plan, they would use Li You's secret to save their own lives.

But when they shouted that there were important matters to report, Dr. Bai never showed up.

Some people no longer hold on to their passes, as their only credentials cannot activate the elevator anyway.

They felt that the underground of Los Angeles was becoming increasingly gloomy. Beams of pale fluorescent lights projected onto the corridors, making it no different from a world of shadows.

"Let's rush in," Zhang Mingyi suddenly said. When he didn't get a response, his face didn't look good.

"We have to rush in, otherwise this corridor with no escape route will kill us."

The other transformed people looked at each other.

"What if," someone in the crowd said, "What if this is just a loyalty test?"

"Kiff," Zhang Mingyi shook his head at his colleagues in his group, "This is the Genetic Research Institute, a secret underground facility. Do you think this has anything to do with loyalty tests?"

The other party fell silent, and the only remaining comfort in his heart was shattered.

They began to move forward, moving deeper into the corridor, not knowing what they were about to face.

The air still had the pungent smell of disinfectant, along with increasingly tense breathing.

The genetically modified people were breathing heavily, with anxiety flickering in their eyes.

Dr. Bai stood behind the big screen in the control room, staring at everything through the screen with cold eyes.

She hugged her chest and gave the order softly.

"It's time to start."

The operator nodded and tapped the button lightly, opening the alloy doors of the laboratories on both sides of the corridor.

Give them a way out, and they will always try to take this way when they have nowhere else to go.

In the corridor, the pale lights were still flickering, casting an ominous foreboding.

The group's footsteps became heavier, and Zhang Mingyi and Park Yangxi's eyes kept meeting each other, revealing their fear and uneasiness.

Halfway through the walk, the alloy doors of the laboratories on both sides, which had been tightly closed, opened one by one with a mechanical sound. This sudden sound of the doors opening almost swallowed up the sense of security on which they depended for survival.

"This is..." Someone wanted to reach out and open the door which was slightly ajar.

"Stop!" His teammate next to him pulled him back, "Are you crazy? We don't know what's in there!"

They stood there, stiff and hesitant, each of them with his face reflected in the glaring white light, pale and desperate.

"We can't break through the door of the control room," someone said in the crowd, "The door of the control room is not something that our level of experimental bodies can open."

"But the door that Dr. Bai opened for us," Zhang Ming looked at the dark crack in the door, "is it really a way out?"

"Shit." A Korean modified human cursed and rushed into a laboratory.

I only heard him swearing and then he opened the door and said, "There's nothing in there."

The alloy door was wide open, and he turned on the light in the laboratory irritably, "What the hell, that charlatan scared me to death."

Seeing that there was no danger inside, some people still went in and sat inside to rest.

Seeing more and more people bravely entering different laboratories, Zhang Mingyi at the back of the team always felt that something was wrong.

Soon this premonition that something was wrong was fulfilled.

The alloy door slammed shut automatically, and the modified man guarding the door escaped, but more people inside could not get out.

In the laboratory, a sharp alarm sounded and the lights suddenly turned red, dazzling and chaotic.

There was a slight noise between the walls, and the red indicator light of the poisonous gas leak was flashing wildly in the corner.

"Poison gas!" The roar broke the silence. They frantically attacked the special glass and alloy doors, but each attack could not cause any damage to the glass and alloy. They could only make heavy impact sounds, which echoed on the white walls of the corridor like drumbeats.

The transformed people inside panicked and tried to find a way to escape.

But all the doors were closed and there was no way to escape.

Poison gas has begun to seep out from the vents, and the invisible killer is quietly approaching.

Dr. Bai did not use any special poison gas, even ordinary poison gas was enough to be lethal.

A suffocating smell, thick and pungent.

The transformed people covered their mouths and noses, but it was too late.

The poison gas was pervasive, ignoring any obstruction and quickly filling every corner of the laboratory.

As time went on, the transformed people fell one after another, their faces began to change color, and their breathing gradually became weaker.

Their struggles and panic seemed so powerless.

The more cautious people in the corridor outside could only watch as the poison gas wandered around every corner of the laboratory like a ghost, taking away their life force and causing them to die in pain.

Finally, the entire laboratory fell into deathly silence.

In the birthday room, Witch No. 1 finally heard the movement she wanted. She looked at Dr. Daniel with a smile and said, "Let's make a wish now!"

Daniel was stunned. Although he didn't know why Witch No. 1 suddenly brought it up, he still nodded.

Witch No. 1 smiled and said, "Uncle, close your eyes and make a wish with me, okay?"

Daniel was stunned for a moment and nodded again.

The 'witch' was immersed in her own happiness. She was the first to close her eyes and began to make a wish.

Daniel sighed in his heart, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together in front of his chest and began to make a wish.

In the corridor

"Brother!" Park Yangxi's eyes were red, he stared at Zhang Mingyi, "Think of a way!"

Dr. Bai stood in the control room, turned his head to look at Captain Cui, and nodded at him.

Captain Cui no longer looked like he was going against the two sisters.

There was only indifference and cruelty on his face.

As the alloy door leading to the corridor from the control room was opened, the transformed people in the corridor were extremely fearful and did not dare to approach easily.

Captain Cui waved his hand, and a group of gunmen in black combat uniforms poured out silently from the secret door. With well-trained movements, they quickly opened the alloy door of the central control room and formed a shooting formation by squatting and standing in the corridor.

Captain Cui stood in the middle of their last row, his eyes determined and cold.

"Captain Cui?"

"Captain Nim!" Someone shouted, "Why?"

Before he could finish, Captain Cui looked away indifferently, his eyes trembling, "Shoot."

Captain Cui didn't want to face these monsters, nor did he want to face himself.

He gave the order and the gunmen pulled the trigger.

Hot bullets kept flying out during the shooting, and the exclamations and screams of the transformed people filled the entire corridor.

The sound of gunfire echoed in the corridor of the laboratory, and blood splattered on the white walls like blooming blood flowers.

As more and more bullet shells appeared around the gunmen, more and more bodies appeared in the corridor.

The transformed humans suffered heavy casualties in this sudden attack; their bodies fell to the ground and their blood seeped into the floor.

Many smart people among the modified humans used their bodies to block bullets and survived by relying on the little self-healing abilities they gained through the modification.

Captain Cui looked at the smart men behind the corpses and did not continue shooting. He had no expression on his face and said, "Retreat."

All the gunmen retreated and returned to where they were supposed to be from the control room.

The bodies of the modified humans that were beaten to pieces were thrown away by the survivors.

"Shit." Zhang Ming's lips trembled. "Aren't we their employees? Why would they kill us like this?"

"Captain Cui warned us before," Park Yangxi said with a straight look, "He said we are trash."

“And garbage,” Park Yang-seok added, murmured, “is meant to be thrown away.”

The new expressionless executor came out according to Dr. Bai's order.

Under the light at the end of the corridor, Zhao Xian's figure looked twisted, mechanical and heavy.

If possible, she didn't want to continue this shitty purge.

But now she could only remain expressionless and continue to carry out the cleaning orders.

Zhao Xian's eyes were empty, without a trace of emotion.

"Wow, Zhao Xian" Someone recognized her.

"Kill her!" The transformed people tried to resist, their eyes filled with anger and despair.

Zhao Xian's fighting style was very violent. She ran recklessly in the corridor with heavy footsteps. Every step she took was on another person's fear. Her movements were swift and precise, and every attack was tried to be as deadly as possible.

Faced with the power advantage of the 1.5 generation, those first-generation transformed people who originally thought they were equally powerful were like fragile lambs, completely unable to resist.

Some had their necks twisted, some had their skulls smashed, and some had a large area of ​​their chest collapsed. Their wails and pleas for mercy began to echo in the dead silent corridor, but they could only be met with Zhao Xian's finishing blows.

Corpses were lying against the wall, blood was slowly flowing down the wall, and the air was filled with the rusty smell of blood.

Zhao Xian's eyes were cold and sharp like a knife, and they reflected the fear of the cyborg who had fallen not far away.

The corridor seemed endless, with corpses and blood paving a cruel path.

(End of this chapter)