Crazy, you call it a prosecutor

Chapter 970 Tracking Han Dong (3) Ju Jiuzhe, Director of the Confidential Archives Room
Guaba thought as he walked.

Outside the mahjong parlor.

Li Zhe stood there motionless like a statue.

The moment you see someone.

Cai Ba felt a mixture of emotions in his heart, but he was mostly frightened.

Don't look at Li Zhe when he was at the National Intelligence Agency, he was joking with everyone and seemed to be very talkative.

Actually.

Li Zhe is an orphan who was adopted by the secret organization Dunyuan since he was a child and underwent strict training and training.

And since he was able to stand out among dozens of orphans, he certainly couldn't be that kind of soft-hearted person.

Ever since the first generation Shield Kite fell into the sea and disappeared.

Li Zhe inherited Dun Yuan's identity and began to perform tasks in place of Yi Yi.

In just a few years.

The number of enemies who died in Li Zhe's hands basically reached three figures, which can be said to be a killing spree.

And Cai Ba is the younger brother of Li Zhe's first mission target.

Fortunately, Li Zhe was a little nervous when he was performing his first mission. He mistakenly thought that Cai Ba was a dead person and did not re-shoot him.

But afterwards, Li Zhe still got the news that Cai Ba was not dead.

He originally planned to silence him, but he cleverly hid.

Youdao is the most dangerous place is the safest place.

Chaiba hid directly in the Chinatown in Dalin Cave on the peninsula.

This made Li Zhe waste a lot of time to track down Chai Ba's whereabouts.

However, Chaiba's luck seems to be very good.

Just when Li Zhe was about to kill someone and silence him, the Dunyuan organization ran into trouble and was questioned by the National Security Commission.

With the joint promotion of three members of Congress and senior officials within the National Intelligence Service, the Shield Kite organization was disbanded.

Li Zhe and Qian Dekui, a group of elderly people were assigned to different departments by the National Intelligence Agency for cold treatment.

Li Zhe even handed over his gun, so he naturally lost the power to enforce the law.

Cai Ba was lucky enough to escape death once again.

Looking at the old friend who has survived several times in front of him.

Li Zhe's cold voice sounded.

"Why, don't you invite old friends to come in and sit down!"

A sound like ice poured down on his head, and Cai Ba came back to his senses with a jolt, and he quickly bent down respectfully and made a gesture of invitation.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about something, please come with me!"

Say it.

Like a slave, Chai Ba introduced Li Zhe into the mahjong parlor with a hunched back.

As for murder.

Cai Ba couldn't even think about it. Doing that was no different from seeking death.

Besides, I'm on someone else's territory. Who knows if the guy in front of me has any back-ups.

It didn't take a while.

The two came to an office.

Caiba sat behind his desk and asked softly: "Sir, what's your surname? I wonder what you want to see me for?"

The Shield Kite is a covert operations agency.

Caiba probably guessed that Li Zhe might be from the peninsula, but he didn't know whether he belonged to the Zheng Mansion or the army.

The surface intelligence agency on the peninsula is the National Intelligence Service.

In fact, in addition to this, the Ministry of National Defense and the military have their own espionage organizations and secret agencies that do shady things.

face inquiries.

Li Zhe said coldly: "There is no need to say my name, we are not from the same place. And if you know my name, you will die!"

Gui Ba's expression froze.

"Sorry, I'm too talkative. What do you want from me?"

Li Zhe rolled his eyes, feeling that Guess was stupid.

If Cai Ba hears what Li Zhe is saying at this moment, he will definitely curse, if you hadn't dared to kill anyone, I would have beaten you out.

Of course, even if Guaiba knew about it, he would probably just think about it in his mind and enjoy himself.

Look at the ugly Guiba.

Li Zhe no longer wastes time.

"You are an information dealer. Besides buying information from you, what else do you think you have to do with me!"

Hear this.

Cai Ba suddenly felt relieved.

He was really afraid that Li Zhe was coming to trouble him.

"No problem. What kind of information do you want, sir?"

Li Zhe said without hesitation: "Information on Ding Qing of the Kinmen Sect and his bodyguard Han Dong!"

Caiba was stunned.

The Kinmen sect is the number one evil force in Seoul, and Chai Ba is very aware of it.

It's just that Cai Ba doesn't understand when the peninsula's intelligence agency became interested in gangsters.

Curious to be curious.

But Cai Ba didn't ask too much.

the reason is simple.

People who buy information should also be divided into different grades. It is not easy to offend the person in front of you.

"Sir, there is no problem with Ding Qing's information. I have it here."

"It's just that I haven't heard of the 'Han Dong' you mentioned before. I need time to investigate!"

Li Zhe's words are concise and to the point.

"how long?"

Cai Ba replied: "It depends on the detail of the information. It can take a few hours or at least a month!"

Although he didn't know what was special about 'Han Dong', Guaba knew the ins and outs of people like Li Zhe.

This unknown bodyguard beside Ding Qing may only have a superficial identity, but there is another layer of unknown secrets secretly.

Li Zhe thought for a while.

"I need basic information about Han Dong. How many hours can it be done?"

Chaiba licked his lips and raised five fingers.

"Before twelve o'clock tonight!"

"As for Ding Qing's information, I can give it to you now!"

There are two types of information traders.

One is a true intelligence merchant.

Their focus has always been on the internal intelligence and high-tech intelligence of various countries. It has a strict organization and the threshold is very high, and ordinary people cannot access it at all.

The rest is guessing.

An intelligence dealer is like a grocery store, you can get a little bit of everything but very little of everything.

Every time I occasionally catch a big fish, I hold it tightly in my hands and sell it around to find buyers.

The rest of the time, he made a living by introducing business as a broker and selling personal information, and could not get on the big stage.

"Okay, give me the information about Ding Qing first."

As he spoke, Li Zhe took out a thick envelope from his pocket, placed it on the table and pushed it forward gently.

"This is the deposit. Han Dong's information will be delivered to locker No. 33 of the bowling alley at the entrance of Hongdae before twelve o'clock!"

Chaiba nodded.

"no problem!"
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at the same time.

NIS.

Office of the Sixth Class Principal.

Qian Dekui logged out of the National Intelligence Agency database and stretched.

Then he picked up the phone on the table, opened the phone book, found the number of his old friend, and pressed the dial button.

After dozens of seconds, the call was connected.

A man's hesitant voice came out.

"Dekui?"

Qian Dekui smiled and said: "Jiuzhe, long time no see. Are you free tonight? I would like to treat you to a casual dinner."

Listening to the invitation from an old friend.

Jiuzhe thought for a moment: "Okay, where will we meet?"

"Old place, see you at eight o'clock tonight!"

"No problem, I will be there on time!"

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

Qian Dekui looked at his cell phone with the screen turned off, recalling an old friend named 'Jiuzhe' in his mind.

The two are the same generation, and their real names are 'Gu Jiuzhe'.

The two were best friends during training camp.

Even when Qian Dekui was in charge of the Shield Kite organization, they still kept in touch.

It wasn't until the Dunyuan organization was disbanded a few years ago and Qian Dekui sat on the bench that he gradually reduced his contacts.

It's just that Cheon Deok-gyu has an inferiority complex and doesn't want to face his old friend who is thriving.

Koo Ji-cheol currently serves as the director of the Secret Archives Office of the National Intelligence Service.

If anyone in the NIS knows all the action groups, it is him.

Similarly, Cheon Deok-kyu dared to take over the tasks of Hwang Chang-suk and Cha Min-soo, which also had something to do with Goo Ji-cheol.

Think of this.Qian Dekui rubbed his cheek. No matter what happened tonight, he wanted to find out the short list of leaders of the action team.
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Time flies fast.

19:30 in the evening.

Longshan District.

Itaewon.

This is one of the busiest areas for nightlife in Seoul, with a large number of bars and restaurants.

It is also a must-visit place for foreigners in Seoul every night.

A gentle man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked among the crowd.

Suddenly, the man turned into a dark alley.

Walking through the alley for tens of meters, it seems like you have arrived at another world.

A bar appeared in front of me.

Compared with the bustling outside the alley, it seems very deserted.

The man pushed the door open and the door frame hit the copper bell hanging above.

bell bell bell.
Hear the doorbell.

A young woman in her 30s who was wiping a wine glass looked up.

"welcome."

The words just came out.

The young woman frowned lightly and closed her mouth, obviously recognizing the person coming.

The man glanced at the woman, then looked around the room.

There were very few people in the bar, only a dozen customers.

No guests talk loudly here.

They all lowered their heads and talked in low voices with their friends at the same table.

Even if you see someone coming in.

The guests did not raise their heads and continued to whisper to themselves.

Soon the man found his target.

He strode towards the corner table.

The man is Cheon Deok-kyu's old friend Goo Ji-cheol.

Watching Ju Jiuzhe's arrival.

Qian Dekui suddenly stood up and opened his arms, wanting to give Gu Jiuzhe a warm hug.

Ju Jiuzhe pushed Qian Dekui away in disgust, but there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

Qian Dekui was not angry that his old friend pushed him away.

"Jiuzhe, long time no see, how have you been lately?"

Ju Jiuzhe snorted coldly and sat down on the sofa.

"TOEFL, he's not dead yet!"

Qian Dekui smiled.

"Jiuzhe."

When the words came to his mouth, Qian Dekui suddenly didn't know what to say.

Ju Jiuzhe saw his old friend's predicament and couldn't help but feel soft.

As a secret organization under the National Intelligence Service, Gu Jiuzhe is aware of the Dunyuan Organization.

the reason is simple.

The information of the Shield Kite Organization is stored in the confidential archives room.

Ju Jiuzhe said angrily: "Tell me! Why do you want to see me?"

He was angry at Qian Dekui's avoidance in recent years, so he spoke very rudely.

Qian Dekui scratched his head.

"Jiuzhe, do you remember the steak in this store? I'm a little hungry, how about eating first?"

You can't just ask people for information as soon as you get started. You need to play the emotional card first.

Ju Jiuzhe glanced at Qian Dekui lightly.

"I remember the last time I came here was seven years ago, right? The people have changed, will it still have the same taste as before?"

Hear this.

Qian Dekui smiled and said: "Jiuzhe, the people at the front desk have changed, but it doesn't mean that the people behind have also changed!"

In fact, this bar is a secret base of the National Intelligence Agency.

From inside to outside, from the front desk to the kitchen, from top to bottom, there are people from the National Intelligence Service.

However, this bar also has another identity. It is also a communication center for information merchants in Longshan District.

Now, more than half of the guests in the bar are intelligence agents.

The rest are accidental entrants, or people who come to buy information.

As for the fact that the bar is a secret site of the National Intelligence Agency, there is no way to hide it from the intelligence agencies.

Both parties had a very tacit understanding of pretending not to know.

There is no other way. If you don't do anything, you will be attacked by the National Intelligence Agency.

It is not that there were no intelligence agencies setting up secret exchange centers in the past.

But under the relentless attack of the National Intelligence Agency, all of them were wiped out, including the intelligence agents in the United States.

Later, the intelligence dealer saw that the situation was not right, so he had to hold his nose and go to the intelligence exchange center established by the National Intelligence Agency.

As long as it does not threaten the national security of the peninsula, the National Intelligence Agency will not take care of intelligence similar to that sent from the north.

After all, blocking is worse than sparse.

At least keep the intelligence dealer under your nose.

General intelligence exchanges will take place in the store, while advanced intelligence will be contacted in the store, and transactions will be elsewhere.

The National Intelligence Service has also acquiesced in this way of getting along.

Over time.

Some intelligence dealers who are new to the industry regard bars as real information exchange centers.

The NIS can occasionally obtain useful information from these intelligence agencies.

Cheon Deok-kyu and Goo Ji-cheol once worked in bars and were considered the first generation of bartenders.

After a year of internship, the two left the bar.

Later, the two still often went to the bar to drink and eat together.

Their favorite food is the black pepper steak cooked by the intelligence agent who pretended to be a chef.

And this intelligence agent who had been pretending to be a chef for more than ten years was their mentor at the National Intelligence Agency.

After listening to Qian Dekui's explanation.

Ju Jiuzhe was filled with emotions, but he didn't expect that the master had not retired yet.

"For the sake of master, I forgive you once!"

Qian Dekui smiled and immediately shouted at the woman at the front desk.

"Aya, two black pepper steaks!"

Aya nodded without saying a word, turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

After people leave.

Ju Jiuzhe frowned.

"Aya, where have you heard this name before?"

Qian Dekui replied: "You forgot, you have met before!"

As soon as this word comes out.

Ju Jiuzhe fell into deep thought and recalled carefully for a moment, and suddenly an idea flashed through him.

"She is a shield"

Halfway through.

Qian Dekui nodded and said, "Yes, do you remember?"

Ju Jiuzhe asked with a puzzled look.

"She's not in Jeju Island, how come she's here?"

After the Dunyuan organization was disbanded, except for Qian Dekui and Li Zhe, all the other personnel were scattered throughout the peninsula.

Aya is the only female commander of the Shield Kite organization.

After the Shield Kite organization was disbanded, she was assigned to Jeju Island as an observer.

Ju Jiuzhe could remember it so clearly just because he was worried about his old friend, so he had read the relevant information about the Shield Kite organization.

Qian Dekui sighed.

"Aya is married. Her husband is an outsider and was transferred back to Seoul a few years ago."

"She can't be taken to Jeju Island all the time, so I asked the master for help and arranged her to go to the bar."

It turned out to be the case.

Ju Jiuzhe was about to express his feelings.

Aya pushed the dining cart to the two of them.

She seemed to have heard the previous conversation.

While serving the meal, Aya said: "Instructor, thank you very much. I will resign in a short while!"

Qian Dekui was startled.

"Resign?"

Aya said with a smile on her face: "Yes, we are planning to immigrate to the United States. I have had enough of the peninsula!"

The former subordinate is leaving.

Qian Dekui's lips moved slightly, but he hesitated to speak, and finally turned into a sigh.

"I hope you made the right decision and good luck!"

(End of this chapter)