Chapter 1080 Deals and Nightclubs
“One billion dollars?” Jiang Zhentai’s eyes almost popped out of his head, but he found that Jack and Ma Xidao, who were sitting opposite him, showed no reaction, “You all know?”
"Tell me your plans." Jack saw that Lin Zheling hadn't finished speaking yet.
“I asked colleagues in China to do some private investigations, and then found some clues. That person secretly sent his family to Dongda a week ago. At this time, his wife and two sons He is probably already on a plane to a certain country in Northern Europe.”
Although what he said was a bit vague, except for Park Minrong, who was a little confused, everyone knew that the person was referring to someone who was coming to the south. Visiting dignitaries.
"But there is no evidence now. I am just a lieutenant colonel. I can just doubt anyone. The only result is that I will be recalled to the country for investigation.
And there is no time. The delegation will arrive early the day after tomorrow. , so I need."
"I need Zhang Mingjun alive. Do you want the two parties to confront each other?" Jack was a little surprised. This guy didn't seem so innocent before.
“The hotel where the delegation will stay will definitely be thoroughly searched to remove any possible eavesdropping devices. However, I am one of my own and the one who captured Zhang Mingjun, so I will not be suspected.”< br>
Lin Zheling told him his plan, and this time there was a rare look of pleading in his always proud eyes.
"Then what's the benefit to us? When the time comes, you can say that that person is not a traitor and just take Zhang Mingjun back to the north. We have no choice at all."
Jack spread his hands and almost directly expressed the current situation of both parties. There is no basis for trust.
"One billion dollars belongs to you, as well as Jang Mingjun's men, including Kim Cheol-soo. I must rule out the possibility of traitors for the country as a priority."
To be honest, Jack is right There is little interest in this kind of transaction. One billion dollars seems like a lot, but it is only for individuals or some poor countries.
Whether it is the United States or South Korea, from a national level, this is really just a small sum of money. After all, an Air Force mug costs US$1,280, and one billion US dollars is not enough to buy a squadron of F35 fighter jets. .
Well, in fact, South Korea should still care. After all, the military expenditure paid to the US military stationed in South Korea is only this amount.
But Jack was not interested at all in not getting the money in his hands. He waved his hand generously, "Money is not important. It's better to do this. You just have to promise that no matter what the situation, Zhang Mingjun If you don't live for more than a year, I will agree to cooperate with you.
Of course, the premise is that you also cooperate with our actions. I will install a bug on you and monitor it myself. If it is confirmed, you will be released when the time comes. To deal with your traitor, I will deal with Zhang Mingjun personally.
I will not let go of those who can produce it."
"Deal!" Lin Zheling's eyes flashed. With a stern expression, he decisively extended his hand to Jack, "Even if Zhang Mingjun is not sentenced to death, I will find a way to send him to meet the innocent souls who were killed by him."
"Hey." Jiang Zhentai, who had just finished calculating how many zeros in Korean won equaled one billion U.S. dollars, looked confused when he saw the two holding hands.
"We don't even have any clues about Zhang Mingjun's whereabouts now. Isn't it a little early for you to tell me now?"
Hearing this, I have been listening to the two people talking about "business" with interest. Ma Xi said with a "Dun", he put down the wine glass in his hand, reached into his arms, took out a business card and flew it to Jiang Zhentai.
"It has been clearly investigated that the money is in the hands of a second-generation chaebol named Michael Joe. Zhang Mingjun will meet him at the nightclub under his name tomorrow night."
Jiang Zhentai I hurriedly took the business card and found that it was a nightclub called "Chroma".
Park Minrong, who was sitting next to him, also looked over and said meaningfully when he saw the name of the nightclub, "It's 'Chroma'."
"I'm going to apply for a search warrant right now." Jiang Zhentai said He was about to touch his cell phone, but he froze in his pocket under the eyes of everyone waiting to see if he was a fool. Then he suddenly realized and slapped himself on the forehead, "Ah, by the way, you mean to hide it from the higher ups, right? Then the rest of us will have to find a way to sneak in, haha, haha."
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Park Minrong patted him on the shoulder, with disdain written all over his pretty face, "Hey, brother-in-law, you didn't go to the nightclub, did you? VIPs all play in the private rooms, it's useless for you to sneak in. , No one can even be seen."
"Eh? Is that so?" Jiang Zhentai looked at everyone.
Even Stanley, who had never spoken and relied entirely on Jack to quietly translate at the same time, nodded in unison with everyone.
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The next night, a group of people gathered in the parking lot not far from the "Chroma" nightclub in Cheongdam-dong.
Jiang Zhentai, dressed like a waiter in a white shirt, black vest and tie, looked left and right, questioning his soul.
“Hey, why are you all disguised as guests and walking through the front door, while I can only sneak in through the back door dressed like this?”
Park Minrong was wearing a beige long coat. He affectionately hugged Lin Zheling, who was also wearing a high-end suit, and winked at his brother-in-law.
"Please, even if you wear formal clothes, you will be stopped by security. How can a middle-aged uncle come here and only young people like this go to nightclubs."
Jiang Zhentai's eyes I scanned the faces of the people in front of me one by one. Although my sister-in-law is a bitch, her appearance and figure are definitely good. Standing with Lin Zheling, she can be called a model of handsome men and beautiful women.
Next to Jack is Anna, who has a "mysterious" identity. Once the latter's aura opens up, the red carpet at the entrance of the nightclub is no longer an ordinary welcome red carpet, it is simply a T stage specially prepared for her.
Seeing that his eyes finally fell on him, Ma Xidao snorted in dissatisfaction, straightened his chest and stood behind Jack and Anna, his chubby face trembled, and he responded to his question in a muffled voice, "Can't I be a bodyguard?"
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Jiang Zhentai was so choked that he couldn't speak.
"Zhang Mingjun and his people are wanted, and they may not go through the main entrance, so your mission is also very important." Jack patted him on the shoulder and consoled him.
But Stanley was a little worried. After holding it in for a long time, he finally couldn't hold it back and asked Jack in English.
“I have a question, are there really no problems with these few people now? Although our FBI does not have enough local manpower, we can ask the military to send people to help.
Once you find that Zhang, just surround it. "
"What about after the siege? When the military directly dispatched to block the explosion factory before, it had aroused alert in South Korea, and we cannot guarantee whether Zhang Mingjun will appear with a small amount of VX poison with him.
What should we do if that guy finds that he has no way to escape and directly uses poison to create chaos in a room where nearly a thousand people gather? "Jack asked with a smile.
Stanley looked at the long queue at the door of the nightclub, imagined the miserable situation when he arrived, and swallowed subconsciously.
"Come on, doctor, in case something goes wrong If anything happens, it's all up to you. "Jack patted the car of Subaban and said.
According to their previous discussion, Stanley would be responsible for staying behind. Subababan's carriage was filled with a large bucket of prepared neutralizer and a set of spray devices.
Although according to the estimate of this chemical weapons expert, it will take at least three days for the other party to complete the final synthesis step of VX, but who can guarantee that Zhang Mingjun does not have any pre-configured samples on hand?
(End of this chapter)