Crazy, you call it a prosecutor

Chapter 518

Time flies fast.

In a blink of an eye came the day of the funeral.

Dozens of black cars and more than a dozen buses stopped in front of the mourning hall one by one.

Shi Zhenguang was not present, Li Zhongjiu took the initiative to stop Xiaozi's work, holding Shi Dongchu's portrait, and walked out step by step with a heavy expression.

The Golden Gate Sect did not choose cremation, but burial.

Ding Qing kept a low profile among the crowd and put on a mask in the name of preventing the spread of colds to prevent reporters from taking photos.

He didn't want the chairman of the [Golden Gate Group] to be accused of being a member of the underworld in the newspaper.

Even if it is true, at least on the surface it does not admit it.

Shi Dongchu died, and the order of the Jinmen School changed.

Li Zhongjiu took the portrait and got into the first black car.

Director Zhang got into the second black car.

Ding Qing sat in the third black car.

The other directors get on the car in order, and the extra cars are taken by the heavyweight gang bosses.

The low-ranking gang members took the bus with the younger brothers of the Golden Gate faction.

Such a grand funeral, how can there be few reporters who are elusive.

In fact, they had already come to the memorial service two days ago, but under the strict defense and drive of the younger brothers of the Golden Gate faction, they failed to take any more exciting photos.

Today was different. Shi Dong was at the funeral, and the Golden Gate faction couldn't mess around, which just gave the reporters a chance.

beep beep beep beep
A piercing siren sounded.

More than a dozen police cars approached from afar.

They were sent by the Seoul local police to maintain order, protect reporters by the way, and prevent large-scale riots between evil forces.

Shi Dongchu enjoyed the treatment of a presidential trip.

Eight traffic policemen opened the way ahead, and some passers-by in the province ran into the convoy.

With the first black sedan launched.

The entire convoy woke up like a dragon, formed a formation of several kilometers, and marched towards the destination.

Inside the first black car.

Li Zhongjiu casually threw the portrait to his feet, and turned to look at little brother A.

"What did you say you would give me?"

Little Brother A glanced at the trampled portrait, and handed a portfolio to his boss.

Li Zhongjiu took the bag, opened the seal and poured out a stack of photos.

It was the scene of Ding Qing and Director Yang embracing each other.

Looking at the photo in his hand, Li Zhongjiu crumpled into a ball instantly, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"How should I put it, Director Yang chose to support Ding Qing!"

Little brother A nodded.

"That's right, it should be like this. The two met secretly in the teahouse. What else can I say other than this."

His words were like adding fuel to the fire, and Li Zhongjiu's expression gradually became extremely cold.

"Since the old guy wants to die by himself, don't blame me!"

Little brother A said in a deep voice: "Director, what do you want to do?"

Li Zhongjiu sneered and said, "Don't worry, wait until the funeral is over!"
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Long queues of convoys appeared on the streets.

Countless passers-by stopped to watch, and a famous driver stared at the convoy with curious eyes.

Many people speculated whether it was the president's trip, or the heads of other countries visiting.

However, when they saw the white garland hanging on the black car, their faces changed drastically, and they guessed which important person died.

Many passers-by immediately took out their mobile phones to search the Internet for relevant news.

Although there are no internal photos of the mourning hall on the Internet, the reporters are not vegetarians either.

Except for not using his real name, Shi Dongchu's background is almost clear.

Netizens saw that it turned out that he was a big boss of the underworld.

They didn't dare to offend the gang members, but they accused the police of inaction without any scruples, and even helped a boss of the underworld force clear the way.

But the Seoul Metropolitan Police have a hard time.

after an hour.

On the outskirts of Seoul.

A cemetery with green mountains and green waters.

Police cars parked outside the cemetery.

Dozens of black cars and more than a dozen buses filed in.

The cemetery administrator watched this scene, his legs trembling slightly.

The black car that Li Zhongjiu was in stopped.

With a sad expression, he stepped out of the car door holding Shi Dongchu's portrait.

The people on other vehicles are like ants converging into a long black river.

Hundreds of black and evil elements in black suits and white cloth strips stepped up the steps with expressionless faces, like a torrent of steel.

After half an hour.

a platform.

There is only one cemetery here, high above the ground, and you can see Seoul from a distance.

Several younger brothers of the Golden Gate Sect put the coffin into the grave.

A priest tremblingly came to the front.

Shi Dong was a believer before he was born, so the Golden Gate Sect invited a priest to preside over the ceremony.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The priest made the sign of the cross on his chest.

"May Brother Shi Dongchu rest in peace in heaven, let us pray for him"

Hundreds of people immediately lowered their heads, but it is unknown how many people prayed sincerely.

Another few minutes passed.

The priest announced that the prayers were over, and he threw a bouquet of flowers into the grave.

The rest followed suit.

Of course, not everyone is qualified to present flowers.

Blossoming lilies flooded the surface of the coffin.

The Kinmen faction boy on the side began to fill in the soil.

With the sun high, it was noon.

When the last pinch of loess is covered, the funeral draws to a close.

Hundreds of gang members bowed three times to Shi Dongchu's tombstone.

The reporters frantically pressed the shutter with their digital cameras from a distance, recording this spectacular scene.
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at the foot of the mountain.

Li Zhongjiu called to Director Yang who was about to get in the car.

"Director Yang stay behind!"

Director Yang turned his head and looked at Li Zhongjiu suspiciously.

"Director Li, is there something wrong?"

Li Zhongjiu smiled and said, "Can we chat?"

Director Yang has no doubts about him.

"no problem."

Li Zhongjiu made a gesture of please.

"Come talk in my car."

Director Yang bent down and got into the car.

Li Zhongjiu told younger brother A.

"Let the others go first, don't wait for us."

Little brother A heard the sound, turned and ran to the convoy.

It didn't take a while.

The convoy drove away slowly.

When a black car passed by, Ding Qing looked at Li Zhongjiu and Director Yang sitting in the car without emotion.

Wait for the convoy to leave.

Li Zhongjiu winked at younger brother A and stepped into the car.

Director Yang immediately asked, "Director Li, what can you do with me?"

Li Zhongjiu smiled and took a peek at the reporters not far away.

"Don't worry, say on the way back, drive."

Black sedan starts.

The driver was instructed in advance, and the car sped away.

The driver quickly drove the reporters away, including Director Yang's car.

Soon.

As the black car drove more and more remote, Director Yang gradually felt something was wrong.

At this time, Li Zhongjiu took out a portfolio and handed it over.

"Director Yang, I gave it to you."

Director Yang didn't know why, so he opened the seal, took out a photo, and his expression changed instantly.

He suddenly raised his head: "Director Li, listen to my explanation!"

However, Li Zhongjiu is self-willed, and what he believes, even the king of heaven and Lao Tzu can't change his mind.

"Director Li, no need to explain, I know what you want to say."

Director Yang was stunned for a moment, but hadn't reacted yet.

Li Zhongjiu made a sudden move, covering his nose with one hand and strangling his neck with the other.

Director Yang turned pale with fright and struggled desperately.

It's just that he is old and frail, so he is no match for Li Zhongjiu who is in his prime.

Director Yang gradually lost his voice, his eyes dimmed and stopped moving.

Li Zhongjiu let go of his hand angrily, gritted his teeth, and stared ferociously at the body in front of him.

"Old man, let me see how you support Ding Qing, the Golden Gate faction is mine!"

(End of this chapter)