Seoul

Underground parking garage of the Central District Prosecutor's Office

In front of the trunk of a black K-shaped luxury sedan, the man carrying the suitcase opened the trunk of the car suspiciously, put the box in, took out his mobile phone and made a call, and disappeared into the garage after a few simple words.

Not far away

The driver's seat of an old white sedan

The corners of his mouth smiled slightly, his left hand held his eye frame, and the slender fingers of his right hand tapped lightly on the steering wheel, squirming his lips and muttering: "Interesting." ”

Washington

This term, which is only circulated in the procuratorial system and is not known to the outside world, represents a high-level organization organized within the procuratorial system, and all procurators who can enter Washington, whether they are young rookie procurators or senior procurators, can obtain tremendous benefits.

The person sitting in the car waited for about five minutes, and two more people appeared, one of them was the driver, and the other was a tall middle-aged man, the man was about forty years old, his face was expressionless, and even from a certain distance, he felt the wordless oppression, which was a kind of momentum that emanated from the inside out.

"Prosecutor Lee Yong-yeol, Minister of the Special Investigation Department of the Seoul District Prosecutor's Office, it seems that you are also an important member of Washington, but are you greedy for the prosecutor general?"

Immediately after, the black sedan drove out of the garage, and the person in the car finally opened the door and walked down, 1.85 meters tall, sturdy, wearing a black suit, and a golden medal hanging on his left chest, which means that he is a prosecutor.

At the age of about 35 years, what is hidden under Svenwen's appearance is the hatred in his heart.

This person's name is Park Jin-woo, his hometown is in Yeosu, and it is also the hometown of the chief inspector Lee Yong-yeol, clenched his fists, looked at the direction of the garage exit and muttered: "It's been 8 years, I didn't expect it, I became a prosecutor and was successfully promoted to Seoul, Lee Yong-yeol, you will be very surprised." ”

The other side

Hong Zhonghao hurriedly ate something and hurriedly left the restaurant and returned to the action group, tonight's task has not been completely completed, and the follow-up preparations such as recording a confession are the most headaches.

Before leaving, he left a phone number for Zhang Xian, and the owner of the number was none other than Minister Li Yongyeol, the prosecutor.

Zhang Xian has no doubts about Hong Zhonghao's brother, even if everyone in this world will betray him, Hong Zhonghao will not.

Raising his head and drinking the wine in the cup, Zhang Xian took out his mobile phone and dialed it.

The 'beep' sound lasted for almost half a minute, and just when Zhang Xian was about to end the call, a low voice came from the other end of the phone, no one was seen, but with the voice, Zhang Xian's impression of Minister Li Yonglie's prosecutor was not bad, calm and restrained.

The phrase "I am Li Yonglie" also shows his confidence in himself.

"Hello, Minister Lee Young-yeol Prosecutor NIM"

This is Zhang Xian's opening remarks, and it is also the most ordinary opening remarks.

In the car

Li Yonglie frowned slightly, this is his private number, not many people know it, the other party's voice is very unfamiliar, and the phone is not saved, which instantly makes Li Yonglie feel wary.

"Who are you?"

A questioning tone ensued.

Zhang Xian didn't think there was anything about it, if it were him, he would also use such a tone, spam calls? This is a possibility, and for the noble minister prosecutor, the enemy's phone call is also possible.

"Prosecutor NIM, my name is Jang Hyun, and I got your contact information through NIM, Director General Choi Kwang-wook of the Seoul National Police Agency. ”

polite

Zhang Xian's words made Prosecutor Li Yonglie feel a little relieved, but he was also dissatisfied in his heart, Cui Guangxu is also a person under the old man, but he doesn't know how to measure, and he actually gives his private number to people casually.

"So, what are you trying to say?"

Getting to the point, it stands to reason that Zhang Xian should immediately explain the situation on his side, but Zhang Xian kept an eye on it and said, "It's not an important thing, it's just a ......"

Before the words were finished, Zhang Xian just didn't clarify the core at the beginning, but Li Yonglie on the other end of the phone interrupted him and said: "I don't have time to talk to idlers on the phone, and besides, don't call again, otherwise I can arrest you and the District Prosecutor's Office." ”

The good impression just now dissipated.

Zhang Xian paused and said, "Got it, I'm sorry to disturb you." ”

"Doodoo"

It seems that hanging up someone else's phone at an inopportune time really makes people feel bad, Zhang Xian seems to understand Xu Xian's feelings a little, didn't he hang up his phone like this?

This person is not suited to put himself at great risk.

This is the answer given by Zhang Xian after the phone call, at this time Zhang Xian did not know that Li Yonglie was from Washington, nor did he know that the mysterious old man at the helm of Washington was actually Li Dongmin, who had dominated the Korean underworld for many years, and now even ZF was controlled by him.

More than half of the appointments to official posts are directly or indirectly related to him, and he personally intervenes to solve the major appointments, simply convening a meeting, and then deciding on a candidate at the meeting, and that person will inevitably be elected.

How terrible is this, shouldn't it only exist in TV dramas or movies? A portrayal of real society? Is this really the case?

Seoul District Prosecutor's Office garage

The man got back into the car, pulled out his phone and looked at the screensaver on his phone's screen.

Not a beautiful actress or a member of an idol group, the screensaver shows a photo of a middle-aged woman wearing a farming costume bent over and smiling happily in one direction, still holding crops in her hands, smiling so happily.

"Mom, I'm transferred to Seoul, and I also met Lee Yongyeol, from now on, I'm going to avenge my mother, he should have thought of this ending when he could reverse black and white, Game of Thrones?

After saying this to himself, Park Jin-woo then started the car and left the underground garage, he had just been transferred from Yeosu to Seoul, and he would not officially start work until next week.

In the shop of Shindang 2-dong.

In half an hour, there was not a drop left of a bottle of soju, and then Zhang Xian ordered another bottle of soju.

The extra plates on the table have been taken away by the uncle, and only the baking tray and lettuce and cabbage sauce that have just been put on the table are left, and the place where Hong Zhonghao sat before is clean, as if he has never appeared.

The sizzling sound of roasted pork rind did not disturb Zhang Xian, who was deep in thought, he was the most special existence here, and the guests at other tables were either three or five, or in groups, or in groups chatting and drinking happily in the store, but he was the only one, as if he did not belong to this world, did not belong to the guests in this shop, and did not belong to a member of the lively atmosphere.

Until......