Crazy, you call it a prosecutor

Chapter 1032 Preparation before leaving (6) Death of Nam Sung-joon
Tell Liang Wuxing what to do.

Li Zaihua did not continue to stay.

23:49 in the evening.

A black car stopped in front of the subway entrance.

Li Zaihua, who was dressed in disguise, opened the car door and stepped out.

After a few minutes.

Li Zaihua came to the lockers on the platform, took out the key and opened one of the lockers. There was a file bag inside.

As soon as he had an idea, he put the file bag into his space backpack and left empty-handed.

Get back in the car.

Li Zaihua started the car and drove away from the subway station.

Not far out.

Li Zaihua parked the car on the side of the road, and with another thought, he took out the file bag from his space backpack, opened the seal and poured out the documents and two USB flash drives.

There are two documents in total.

The first belongs to Nam Sung-joon, former director of the National Intelligence Service.

The second is the report of Taisei Energy Co., Ltd., which it commissioned to investigate.

Li Zaihua threw Daesung Energy's documents aside, picked up Nam Sungjun's information and started to read through it.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Li Zaihua quickly read through Nam Sungjun's information.

Regarding the disappearance of Nan Chengjun, he did not intend to let Liang Wuxing handle it.

After all, Nan Chengjun has a special status, and Liang Wuxing is still an ordinary person no matter how powerful he is, and it is very likely that he will leave behind traces.

If someone from the National Intelligence Agency followed Liang Wuxing's clue and found out about him, the gain would outweigh the loss.

Therefore, Li Zaihua simply did it himself to ensure nothing went wrong.

Look at the document in your hand.

Li Zaihua licked his lips, then raised his hand to look at his watch. The hour hand just pointed at 0 o'clock.

According to the information provided by Huang Changshuo.

Nam Sung-joon should be sleeping at home at this moment, which is the best opportunity to take action.

It is not too late.

Li Zaihua put the documents back into his space backpack, stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards Nan Chengjun's home.

As for the needed medicines, he had previously ordered Liang Wuxing to get a lot of them in case of emergencies.
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It is two kilometers away from Nan Chengjun's house.

Li Zaihua, who activated the system skill, parked his car in a surveillance blind spot and then walked to the villa.

0:45am.

Li Zaihua came to a high wall.

On the other side of the wall is the villa where Nam Sung-jun is located.

Li Zaihua recalled the drawings of the villa in the document and the related list of residents.

There are a total of six people in the villa.

In addition to Nam Sung-joon himself, his wife and young daughter who sleep in separate rooms, there are three live-in servants.

Due to professional connections, a new security system was installed in the villa, which is directly connected to the nearby police station.

Faced with such a security system, most people would hack into the system to turn off the alarm, and then sneak in again.

It’s just that Li Zaihua has his own system skills.

As soon as he had an idea, he took out the gloves and shoe covers from his space backpack and put them on. He took a few steps back and then jumped, hooked his left hand on the edge of the wall, and climbed over the wall easily.

Just stepped on the turf in the courtyard.

There was movement not far away.

The three hounds pounced out of the darkness like predators.

It's a pity that they encountered non-human beings.

Li Zaihua had quick eyesight and quick hands. Before the big dogs started barking, he knocked out all three hounds with lightning speed.

In order not to arouse suspicion, Li Zaihua moved the three hounds back to the kennel.

Do everything.

Li Zaihua walked around the villa, and after confirming the location of the room, he jumped up again, grabbed the window edge, and looked in through the cracks in the curtains.

There was a soft yellow warm light in the room.

The crack in the curtain is just enough to see the entire big bed.

Li Zaihua took a closer look and saw that the warm light came from the bedside lamp, and there was a person lying on the bed whose face he couldn't see.

Look at the window in front of you.

Li Zaihua had an idea, took out a handmade knife from his space backpack, and pried open the lock along the crack in the middle.

squeak.
Accompanied by a piercing sound.

Two windows open to the outside.

Nam Sung-joon is not young anymore, so he naturally has some problems of the elderly. He is easily awakened when sleeping.

This is why he and his wife sleep in separate rooms.

The creaking sound of the window opening woke up Nam Sung-joon who was sleeping soundly.

As the former director of the National Intelligence Service, Nam Sung-joon subconsciously reached under his pillow and pulled out the pistol inside.

With the gun in hand, Nan Chengjun suddenly felt confident, lifted the quilt and slowly approached the curtain.

However, Nan Chengjun was very cautious, and instead came to the other end of the curtain, gently pulled the drawstring, and the curtain slowly closed.

Soon.

The curtains were completely closed, and the two windows that opened to the outside immediately came into view.

From Nam Sungjun's perspective, there was no one there.

Outside the window, Li Zaihua hooked a finger on the edge of the window, quietly waiting for his prey to appear.

Looking at the dark night sky.

This is the second floor, and there is no way to hide people outside the window.

Nan Chengjun couldn't help but frown, and thought to himself, could it be that I didn't close the window?
thought here.

Nan Chengjun's tense nerves relaxed and he quickly came to the window edge to close the window.

However, the moment Nam Sung-joon casually put the gun on the window sill and stretched out his hands to close the window.

A black shadow suddenly jumped out of the darkness.

Nan Chengjun was shocked and was about to reach for the gun, but a pair of big hands pressed down on his face.

Nan Chengjun felt his eyes go dark and fainted.

Li Zaihua jumped in quickly and held Nam Sungjun with one hand to prevent him from falling.

Followed by.

Li Zaihua threw Nam Sungjun face down on the bed, and then took out the prepared syringe from the space backpack.

He took off Nan Chengjun's pajamas, pointed the needle at a hidden place that was not easily discovered, pushed hard, and the medicine was instantly injected into the vein.

In an instant.

Nam Sung-joon, who was in a coma, was shaking violently, as if he was about to wake up.

see.

Li Zaihua stepped forward and covered Nam Sungjun's mouth with his gloved hands.

At this moment, Nam Sung-jun, who felt death coming, suddenly opened his eyes.

While struggling desperately, he stared at the man in front of him, as if asking, who are you and why do you want to kill me!
1 minute later.

Nan Chengjun gradually gave up struggling and lay motionless on the bed with bloodshot eyes.

Li Zaihua shook his ears slightly, and Nam Sungjun's heart stopped beating.

Make sure the person is dead.

Li Zaihua closed his unblinking eyes and smoothed Nam Sungjun's ferocious cheeks.

Then, he helped Nan Chengjun tidy up his pajamas and return to his original sleeping appearance.

Finished dealing with Nam Sung Joon.

Li Zaihua did not leave immediately, but looked around the room.

Don't say it yet.

Li Zaihua actually found a secret compartment under the bed, which contained two palm-sized cipher iron boxes.

Another long time passed.

After Li Zaihua confirmed that there was nothing else in the room, he drew the curtains, closed the windows and pretended to be a secret room, and left through the front door in a swaggering manner.
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2:18am.

Jongno District.

Pay cave.

Li Zaihua returned home.

At this time, the lights in the room had long been extinguished and it was pitch black.

In order to avoid being discovered when you go out, you pretend to be at home.

Li Zaihua installed a timer a long time ago. He only needs to set the time to automatically turn on and off the lights.

After half an hour.

After taking a shower, Li Zaihua sat on the sofa with a glass of ice whiskey.

Just took a sip of wine.

Li Zaihua suddenly remembered the cipher iron box he had found from Nan Chengjun's bedroom. Then a thought came to him, and the iron box appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Looking at the cipher iron box in his hand.

Li Zaihua raised his glass and drank the whiskey in one gulp.

Finish drinking.

Li Zaihua carefully observed the iron box for a moment, then stood up suddenly to find tools.

Guessing passwords is something you only do in movies and TV series. In reality, of course, you use tools to pry it open directly.

Unfortunately, what Li Zaihua didn't know was that the iron box in front of him was specially made by the National Intelligence Agency.

The screwdriver was almost bent, but the iron box didn't move at all.

Li Zaihua became interested and found various tools, but still could not open the cipher iron box.

It took a whole hour of fussing.

Considering that he had to go to work tomorrow and the box couldn't escape anyway, Li Zaihua put the iron box into his space backpack, got up and went to the bedroom to sleep.
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Time flies fast.

7:20 am.In a villa.

In front of the bedroom.

Dangdang.
There was a knock on the door.

A maid about 30 years old whispered: "Dean, dean, are you up? Madam, please come down for dinner."

After calling for a long time, no one in the house answered.

The maid frowned, boldly turned the handle, and pushed the door open.

Looking at the male host lying on the bed.

The maid called softly: "Dean. Dean"

However, the male host never answered.

The maid suddenly had a bad feeling and hurried forward to check.

I saw Nan Chengjun's face was pale and bloodless, but he was lying motionless with a peaceful expression.

The maid imitated the movements in the TV series and carefully placed her fingers under Nam Sungjun's nose, but she couldn't feel any breathing.

see this.

The maid suddenly changed her color, yelled, and ran out of the bedroom crawling.

"No, no, no, the dean is out of breath!"

Inside the restaurant on the first floor.

The maid was heard yelling.

An old woman in her 60s with black hair looked down, threw away the knife and fork in her hand, and walked out of the restaurant angrily.

At this time, the maid happened to run to the first floor.

She didn't have time to explain.

Snapped!
The old woman slapped the maid hard on the face.

"What's the fuss about so early in the morning?"

After being slapped, the maid couldn't help but calm down a lot, and hurriedly stammered an explanation.

"Madam, the dean is not breathing!"

The old woman was stunned for a moment, then turned pale with shock.

"What did you say? What happened to the dean?"

The maid took a deep breath.

"I just went to invite the dean to have a meal, but no one responded in the room. I opened it and went in and found that the dean was not breathing."

As soon as this word comes out.

The old woman couldn't help but push the maid away and ran towards the second floor.

It didn't take a while.

The old woman's wails could be heard upstairs.
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11:10 am.

Seocho District.

Grand Prosecutor's Office.

Four special searches.

Office of the Minister.

Li Zaihua is clearing the table and preparing to have lunch.

bell bell bell.
The bell rings.

Li Zaihua opened the drawer, took out the anonymous mobile phone inside, looked at the caller ID, and pressed the call button.

Huang Changshuo's voice came out.

"Minister Lee"
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the other side.

Outside the mourning hall of a certain hospital.

A deserted corner.

Huang Changshuo dialed the number with his mobile phone with an excited look on his face.

Nam Sung-joon died, and the big stone weighing on his heart finally fell.

Of course, while excited, Huang Changshuo also felt inexplicable fear in his heart.

Huang Changshuo did not expect that after providing Nam Sung-jun's information that day, he would receive news of his death the next day.

This crisp and decisive way of doing things also deeply shocked Huang Changshuo.

"Minister Li, I really want to thank you for helping me deal with Nam Sung-joon this time. I don't know if I have time tonight. I would like to treat you to a casual meal to express my gratitude."

Hear this.

Li Zaihua smiled and said: "Dean Huang, it's a trivial matter. Besides, we are our own people, so we don't need to thank you."

Huang Changshuo shook his head.

"That's alright. You must eat. I also have a gift for Minister Li."

Li Zaihua refused again.

"Dean Huang, I'm afraid it won't be possible in the next few days. I have an important appointment."

Let's talk about this.

Huang Changshuo no longer shamelessly invites people.

"Well, when Minister Li has time another day, we will have a good gathering. Then I will have a big gift for Minister Li!"

Li Zaihua smiled.

"Thank you, Dean Huang, I'll wait and see!"

The two chatted for a few more words before ending the call.

Huang Changshuo put down his cell phone, turned to look at the black cars approaching in the distance, held his breath and walked towards the mourning hall with a serious face.
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at the same time.

Seongnam City.

Taisei Energy Co., Ltd.

Headquarters.

Gao Yang, who returned last night, notified all the directors to hold a meeting overnight.

It has been two hours since the nine o'clock council meeting this morning, but there is still no intention of adjourning the meeting.

conference room.

Gao Yang was furious and kept slapping the table.

“Who, who can tell me what’s going on in the refinery!”

"Aren't you usually very capable? Why don't you talk now?"

"You, I remember you said that the refinery design is very safe, what else can you say now!"

“And do you know how much money we lose every day the refinery is shut down?”

"I don't care what method you use, or you fly over directly. I want to get the damage report of the refinery within three days."

Having said this, Gao Yang sternly scanned the audience and warned the directors present fiercely.

"If I don't get the corresponding report within three days, everyone will take the blame and resign, and the meeting will be adjourned!"

Say it.

Gao Yang didn't waste a moment, got up and walked towards the meeting room.

But when he was approaching the door, he suddenly stopped and looked back at Murata Ueno.

"Murata-kun, come to my office!"

heard.

Murata Ueno stood up, bowed, and hurriedly followed.
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Taisei Energy Co., Ltd.

President's Office.

Gao Yang sat down on the sofa and pointed to the seat next to him.

"sit down!"

"Thank you, President!"

Murata Ueno thanked him and sat down obediently.

Just sat down.

Gao Yang asked directly: "Murata-kun, what do you think of the incident at the oil refinery? Do you really think it was a terrorist attack?"

Murata Ueno pretended to be thoughtful.

After a long time.

Murata Ueno said solemnly: "Whether it is a terrorist attack or not is not yet certain."

As he spoke, he hesitated for a moment.

"But after the accident at the refinery, I asked Mr. Sato for confirmation. He said that a rocket attack caused the equipment to explode."

"As for the authenticity, I believe Sato-kun will not lie to me!"

Hear this.

Gao Yang frowned.

"We have taken care of the surrounding armed groups. Everyone has been in peace and harmony in the past few years. I don't think it should be them!"

Murata Ueno was noncommittal and gave another hypothesis.

"Maybe it's a stray bullet, but in that case, we have to be more careful!"

Gao Yang frowned.

If it is a stray bullet, it means that there is an armed conflict in the surrounding area, which is very likely to affect the entire refinery.

Think here.

Gao Yang stared.

"Murata-kun, call Sato and ask him to return to Seoul to report on his work!"

The voice fell.

The moment Murata Ueno nodded, a joyful look flashed across his face.

"Okay, President, I'll call Jun Sato right away! Do you have any other instructions?"

Gao Yang waved his hand.

"No, you have to pay close attention to the refinery. Don't make any more trouble!"

Murata Ueno stood up, bowed, and looked at his president solemnly.

"President, please don't worry. After Mr. Sato finishes his report, I will personally visit the refinery!"

(End of this chapter)