Peninsula Prosecutor

You... what are you going to do? Don't mess around! We, President Chen, are very familiar with you and the prosecutors!

After watching Song Jiehui hang up the phone, Liu Zhixiong felt a sense of uneasiness, and threatened the other party with an uncertain expression, trying to make him throw a mouse.

I didn't act recklessly, I came prepared.

Song Jiehui picked up the water glass and took a sip to moisten his mouth.

At this moment, five or six youths from society rushed in with sticks and packed the already narrow dining room to the brim. Liu Zhixiong's wife was so frightened that she took the child away from the dining table and hid in a corner.

Who are you? Get out! Get out all of you! This is my home! Liu Zhixiong's expression changed drastically when he saw this scene, and he immediately shouted and rushed forward.

Fuck you! The yellow-haired young man in the lead was not used to Liu Zhixiong, kicked him to the ground cursingly, and waved his big hand: Smash me!

The younger brothers behind Huang Mao immediately scattered like devils entering the village, swinging sticks and smashing wildly.

Bang! Bang! Clatter!

TVs, mirrors, cupboards and other appliances and furniture suffered one after another, with broken glass and wood chips flying everywhere.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

The two children were frightened and cried loudly.

Stop! Stop quickly! You bloody bastards! Liu Zhixiong got up from the ground with bloodshot eyes and tried to stop him, but was kicked down again.

Huang Mao directly raised one foot and stomped it on the ground, unable to move, shouted: Smash! Smash everything!

For a while, there were sounds of smashing and smashing in the room, the cry of children, and the begging and yelling of Liu Zhixiong and his wife, but Song Jiehui remained indifferent and took out a pen and paper to write something.

In the entire chaotic environment, only the seat where he sat was undisturbed, forming a stark contrast.

One room, but like two worlds.

When he finished writing, the living room was already a mess, with all kinds of debris scattered all over the place.

Okay. Song Jiehui said lightly.

Only then did Huang Mao and the others stop panting, and wiped the sweat off their faces, obviously just tired enough.

Song Jiehui pointed at Liu Zhixiong and hooked his fingers.

Come with me! Seeing this, Huang Mao grabbed Liu Zhixiong by the back of the collar and lifted him, dragging him like a dog to Song Jiehui and dropping him.

Sign it. Song Jiehui tapped on what was written on the table with his fingers, and said in a soft threatening voice: Otherwise, the next step will not be smashing things, but smashing people.

Don't! Don't! Liu Zhixiong begged repeatedly in panic, looked down at the paper on the table, his expression changed drastically and he shouted: I won't sign it! I won't sign it!

It was an IOU, which stated that because someone smashed his home, he borrowed 50 million won from Song Jiehui in order to repurchase furniture, and repaid it within three months, otherwise he would mortgage the house to the other party.

50 million won is almost the annual salary of an ordinary prosecutor, but it is no less than a huge sum of money to ordinary people, the kind that can overwhelm people.

At that time, South Korea’s per capita annual income was about 15 million won, which was the average of the poor and the rich combined, and the income of ordinary people was far below the average.

If you don't sign, I'll burn your house down. Believe it or not? Song Jiehui grabbed his hair and pulled it in front of him. A sinister smile appeared on his fat and white face, but his tone was still very peaceful.

This contrast makes Huang Mao and others shudder.

Liu Zhixiong was completely discouraged, and cried: Jin Xiulian was beaten to death. I saw it with my own eyes. I am willing to testify. I am willing to testify. I beg the prosecutor to let me go. I know I was wrong. It is President Chen. Forced me, I don't want to, woo woo woo...

Chairman Chen forced you? Not necessarily, I think you were very grateful to him just now. Song Jiehui showed a mocking look, and patted his face: I have never been very trustworthy, so I like to trust myself Saving people, what if you agree with me, but you go back and tell Chairman Chen as soon as I leave?

So for your own good, let's sign.

If you dare to go back on your word, you can wait for me to take your house away and turn it into a public toilet. As long as you cooperate, I will tear up the IOU when the case is over. Don't worry, I've always been very trustworthy, and I don't need your money.

Listening to Song Jiehui's contradictory words, the corners of Huang Mao and the others' mouths twitched. Are you trustworthy?

Liu Zhixiong just shook his head and didn't speak, weeping, thinking that this would soften Song Jiehui's heart.

But he thought too much.

Set the torch on and light the house for him, and arrange for someone to confess. Song Jiehui got up and left after speaking.

Liu Zhixiong saw that it was useless to sell miserably, so he quickly hugged his leg: I sign, I sign, woohoo I sign!

He has no doubt that Song Jiehui can do what he says.

Then sign it. Song Jiehui smiled, and with his chubby figure, he looked like a Maitreya Buddha.

Trembling, Liu Zhixiong picked up a pen and signed his name on the IOU, then fell to the ground and cried as if drained of all his strength.

Song Jiehui put away the IOU and clicked his tongue.

Sure enough, in the end, he had to use his own method to quickly and effectively arouse Liu Zhixiong's conscience.

Now, look, he has now agreed to cooperate with him to seek justice for Jin Xiulian, and he has deeply realized his past mistakes and cried bitterly at himself.

In terms of persuading people to be kind, you have to be yourself!

Huang Mao said cautiously: Song Jian, if there is nothing else, let's take our leave first?

This fat man looks harmless to humans and animals, but he is actually worse than them, so he must be held respectfully.

Thank President Liu for me, I'll treat him to dinner another day. Song Jiehui waved his hand with a smile.

These people were exactly what he asked Fatty Liu for, after all Xu Jingxian said that he would ask Fatty Liu for help.

Okay, I will definitely bring this.

Huang Mao bowed again and again and left with his younger brothers.

Song Jiehui knocked on the table, looked at Liu Zhixiong after taking another sip of water, and said, You said you saw Jin Xiulian being beaten with your own eyes, and tell me about the process in detail, who was involved in the beating, and where they lived.

Yes, yes. Liu Zhixiong was now terrified of Song Jiehui to the bone, and he dared not hide it. Moreover, he had already entered the water, and he wanted to drag others into the water.

Wipe away the tears and call it truthfully: On the morning of July 10th, Jin Xiulian took us to hold a banner to hold a sit-in strike at the factory gate. When President Chen came and saw this scene, he immediately asked the security guards to beat Jin Xiulian...

At that time, there were five security guards who participated in the beating. The most ruthless beating was the captain of the security team. He hit Jin Xiulian on the head with a stick, and Jin Xiulian's head was bleeding...

Is the security guard not owed wages? Song Jiehui interrupted Liu Zhixiong and asked a curious question.

Liu Zhixiong pursed his lips and shook his head: No.

President Chen obviously has a sense of proportion. He knows how to win over a group to fight a group, use employees to suppress employees, and stir up internal conflicts among employees to reduce his own pressure.

So many of you, just watch the security guard beat Jin Xiulian? Song Jiehui asked again.

Liu Zhixiong lowered his head and did not answer, but directly skipped the topic: Later, Chairman Chen promised to pay us salaries and bonuses, but we must help him to prove that Jin Xiulian was not beaten by him, but because he was hurt and wanted to blackmail us. He, everyone agrees.

After all, the ones who died were not their relatives. Their goal at the beginning was to get their wages back, but now they can also get extra bonuses. Why not do it?

If it was Xu Haoyu, he would have lost control of his temper after hearing this, but Song Jiehui didn't fluctuate much.

Wait for my news. Don't let anyone know what happened today, otherwise I will destroy your family.

Song Jiehui said something lightly, then got up and walked out with the transcript he had just written.

When passing in front of the two children, he saw one of the older ones staring at him with gritted teeth.

Teenagers can already hold grudges.

Song Jiehui stopped immediately, knelt down and pinched the child's face, and said with a gentle smile, Why, do you hate me? Then study hard and try to become a prosecutor in the future.

He is so gentle, I cried to death (﹏).

After the words fell, Song Jiehui got up and walked outside.

I will definitely become a prosecutor! Liu Zhixiong's eldest son shouted at Song Jiehui's back.

Song Jiehui smiled without turning his head when he heard the words.

The silly kid thought he could get revenge by becoming a prosecutor?

Oh, naive!

After becoming a prosecutor, you still have to put on a smiling face and bow your knees to please me, because at that time my level will definitely be higher than you, a newcomer who just entered the industry.

Maybe I will give you little shoes to wear every day.

…………………

Two days later, September 9th.

Looking at the date on the calendar, Xu Jingxian thought of a poem by Wang Wei that he had learned in elementary school in his previous life.

It seems to be called Shandong Brothers on September 9th?

Ouba, what are you looking at? Sun Yanzhen hugged him from behind and asked softly.

Xu Jingxian finally came to sleep with her last night.

Because it has been a long time, Sun Yanzhen, who communicated all night last night, is still not satisfied: Ouba, come again.

Xu Jingxian turned around and faced her.

At this time, the pure girl in the eyes of countless sticks is full of spring, her eyes are like silk, her red lips and white teeth are biting a white and tender finger, inviting him to play poker.

Don't let those sticks see their Dao heart broken?

Fortunately, Chief Xu is kind.

won't let them see.

Yan Zhen, you must rely on yourself. Xu Jingxian taught her earnestly, and then went to bed and waited (__) [idiom fill in the blank].

After the morning exercise, the two separated, Xu Jingxian went to work in the hall, and Sun Yanzhen was going to shoot a commercial today.

As soon as he arrived in the hall, he was called by the deputy chief.

My lord, you are looking for me. Xu Jingxian walked into the office after getting the consent, and bowed to Jin Yongjian.

Jin Yongjian asked: Is there any progress in the case of the eastern suburbs shootout? I haven't seen you report it for a long time.

We already have a clue. At present, we have just locked down the murderer, but there is no evidence. We plan to arrest him first tonight... Xu Jingxian explained the trap set up for Erlang Hashimoto.

Jin Yongjian didn't expect Xu Jingxian to identify the murderer so quickly, and Park Yongcheng really valued him for a reason: Very well, just follow your plan.

Yes, Deputy Chief! Xu Jingxian bowed again.

In the evening, at 12 o'clock, the night is already deep, the downtown area of ​​Seoul is still bustling, but the suburbs are extraordinarily quiet.

The eastern suburbs where the shootout happened just the other day.

There were four or five cars parked in the wilderness, and twenty or so people were leaning on the cars to smoke, and the sparks were constantly twinkling like stars in the dark night.

They were all people Hashimoto would arrange to deliver.

The first batch of goods was not much, 300 kilograms. According to Zhou Chengnan, it was just to see the sincerity of Hashimoto Club. This transaction is no problem, and we will buy in larger quantities later.

But the real reason is that Zhou Chengnan is afraid that if he asks too much, Hashimoto Jiro will bring more people to trade because he is wary of him cheating, which will not be conducive to the police's arrest.

Hashimoto Jiro looked up at the moon in the sky, and slowly stretched out a hand as if to hold it.

A wanton smile appeared on his face.

As long as this transaction is successful tonight, the cooperation between the Hashimoto Association and the Renhe Association will be continued, and the interests of South Korea will be enough to stop those old guys.

His position as the young master of the Hashimoto Association was secured.

After a few years after the foundation was solid, I persuaded my father to retire early and put the burden on myself.

And he will lead the Hashimoto Club to defeat the Yamaguchi-gumi and the Inagawa Club, these traditional gangsters, and dominate the entire Japan!

President, they are here.

A platoon of convoys came along the dirt road, and everyone in the Hashimoto Club stubbed out their cigarette butts and became vigilant.

President, they have a lot of people here. Looking at the headlights on in the dark night, one after another convoy like a long snake, one of his men reminded with a frown.

Hashimoto Jiro didn't panic at all, and said with a chuckle: Relax, there are only 300 kilograms of goods in total tonight, which is nothing to the Hashimoto Society and the Renhe Society. .”

We just killed the president of the Han River Society here a few days ago under the pretext of a deal, so it's normal for Zhou Chengnan to be vigilant, don't be too nervous, put away your guns, so as not to cause misunderstandings in a while.

Hearing Hashimoto Jiro's words, the others also breathed a sigh of relief, and moved their hands off the guns one after another.

More than a dozen cars stopped opposite Hashimoto Jiro.

After the doors of the cars opened one after another, fifty or sixty people descended down, giving people a strong sense of oppression in the dark night.

Mr. Hashimoto! Zhou Chengnan opened his hands and walked towards Hashimoto Jiro: We meet again.

Haha, President Zhou! Hashimoto Jiro showed a bright smile and opened his hands to hug him.

The two hugged each other tightly.

After parting, Zhou Chengnan embraced his shoulder with enthusiasm and said, I'll introduce you to a new friend.

Oh? Hashimoto Jiro suddenly became interested, and said curiously: I don't know who can make President Zhou introduce it to me on this occasion tonight.

Keep it mysterious, I'll know it when I see you, you will definitely be surprised. Zhou Chengnan laughed.

Hashimoto Jiro said: I can't wait to hear what President Zhou said.

Who is it?

Hearing what Zhou Chengnan meant, it seemed that he still knew it.

Zhou Chengnan took him to a Mercedes-Benz.

Hashimoto Jiro stared curiously at the rear window, and could only vaguely see a figure through the glass.

The electric windows slide down slowly.

A fair and handsome profile of a young man was revealed.

The young man was wearing a white shirt and a black suit, his legs were crossed, his leather shoes were shining, and he still had a cigar in his mouth.

Just looking at the profile of Hashimoto Jiro feels a little familiar.

But for a while, I can't remember where I saw it.

When the young man slowly turned his head to face him, Hashimoto Jiro's eyes widened, his breathing stopped, and he looked at him in disbelief.

Mr. Hashimoto, I'm very glad to meet you. Let's get to know you. My name is Xu Jingxian. It's the Xu Jingxian you don't care about. Xu Jingxian said with a smile.

Hashimoto Jiro's brain was buzzing.

Xu Jingxian! Why is Xu Jingxian here!

Then he suddenly turned his head to look at Zhou Chengnan.

Mr. Hashimoto, you guessed right, I betrayed you. Zhou Chengnan said with a chuckle.

Hashimoto Erlang's eyes were so red that his eyes were tearing apart, and his strong anger made him utter a phrase in his native language: Baga, Lu!

He was tricked by a fool!

Slap! Zhou Chengnan raised his hand and slapped him on the face: Axi! How dare you scold me?

Baga! Minister! The members of the Hashimoto Club watched this scene from a distance, and immediately pulled out their guns.

Zhou Chengnan's men and Jiang Zhendong and other policemen disguised as his subordinates also drew their guns, and surrounded the members of the Hashimoto Club based on their numbers: All put down the guns!

This is a family of police and gangsters.

Faced with twice as many people as themselves, everyone in the Hashimoto club looked at each other, neither wanting to fight nor voting.

Tell them to put down their weapons and surrender. Xu Jingxian glanced at Hashimoto Jiro who was gnashing his teeth outside the car window.

Hashimoto Jiro snorted coldly and turned his head.

Xu Jingxian ordered directly and decisively: Shoot.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

The sound of gunfire was like the sound of firecrackers.

The little devil who hesitated between surrendering and not surrendering was caught off guard and suffered heavy casualties.

Bang bang bang!

And because Hashimoto Jiro was in the hands of the police, they were afraid of accidental injury, and their counterattacks were extremely limited, so they could only hide behind the car in embarrassment and shoot a few sporadic shots from time to time.

Baga! Stop! Let them stop! Jiro Hashimoto was furious when he saw this scene, and shouted heart-piercingly: You are massacring! Massacre!

Then let them surrender, otherwise they will all die. Xu Jingxian said that he was the chief.

Hashimoto Jiro gritted his teeth and stared at him, then turned his head and shouted loudly in Japanese: Put down your weapons and surrender!

A dozen or so members of the Hashimoto Club who still had the ability to resist heard this and immediately threw their guns out, and walked out of the back of the car cautiously with their hands raised.

Police officers rushed over and handcuffed them.

Hashimoto Jiro was also handcuffed.

Do you remember this? Zhou Chengnan took out an exquisite wine glass from his pocket, looked at Hashimoto Jiro and said, I brought it here for you, eat it.

Hashimoto Jiro blushed, recalling the scene two days ago pointing to this wine glass and saying that if Xu Jingxian could catch him, he would eat this glass.

How arrogant was the domineering look at that time.

Then how embarrassed and humiliated he is now.

Baga! I want to have a duel between samurai with you! Fight if you have the guts! Jiro Hashimoto roared at Xu Jingxian with a ferocious face.

Xu Jingxian opened his mouth to spit the cigar into his face, and at the same time said two words lightly: Silly beep.

The glass window slowly went up and closed, blocking Jiro Hashimoto's distorted face from the outside.